In October, I seriously considered doing NaNoWriMo for the first time this year. Given the state of things and my nigh-jobless condition, it made sense.
But I didn’t really know how it worked—I would have to look into it, prepare for it.
Then it was already November, and while not too late to start, I still didn’t get on it.
Then my world shut down.
And I’m like, screw it—I’m doing NaNoWriMo with ten days left to go.
So, that happened, five minutes ago.
I may update on how it goes, I may just never mention it again and pretend it was all a dream.
In fact, that is a great last line for my book. Excuse me while I go write it down. I’m putting a dent in those 50k words already.