As predicted, I have failed. I think I wrote around 2,000 words and then just sort of…stopped.
To be completely honest, I forgot all about it, between hand injuries and sick babies and too much work people actually pay me to do.
I guess I am suppose to feel bad or like a failure or something. Sorry to disappoint. It was something to try, not something to circle my entire life around for the month. I don’t have that kind of free time or, really, ambition.
Good luck to all those going for it. 9 days to go.
Maybe I’ll try again next year.
Maybe I won’t.
I’ve failed too. Too much else on. But at least the novel is started…