It’s officially December, which means by the calendar, National Novel Writing Month should be done. However . . .
The passing of November doesn’t mean the work is done. My novel is now 72,000 words (roughly) and is well on its way to being done. I worked out some of the bigger kinks that I was having problems with, and am excited to see where we end up now. I started (and finished) several crochet projects, and started a second job, and did important things at the first job. I’m proud of my progress.
This year has been rough for everyone. I’ve gone through a stressful breakup, the world seems to be imploding, COVID-19 tests, work and money problems, social unrest, the list goes on.
I think the fact that I did even a little bit of work on this thing that means so much to me is huge. And it’s not over!