There will be a reckoning.
NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo are finally over. I rocked NaBlo, but more or less bombed NaNo. I sort of knew going into it that I didn't have much of a chance of actually reaching 50,000 words. I thought I'd be disappointed in myself, but I'm really not. In college, I wrote all the time. I once wrote four 10-20 page short stories for a workshop class, with three mandatory revisions of each, in one semester. Then I graduated, and wrote barely 6,000 words of fiction over the next two years. I started to worry that I'd lost track of how to do it, to be honest.
Then I signed up for NaNo, and instantly had an idea for what turned into a 5-page scene, and that 5-page scene eventually grew into a 16,353-word, 42-page thing with a mind of its own, no discernable plot, and characters that I really, really like. Will it ever turn into a complete piece? Who knows... But after two years, at least I wrote something that I think has potential. And before this month, the longest piece I'd ever written in my life weighed in at 15,312 words, so I'm going to count NaNo as a success, even though I didn't "win." Besides, I did a total word count for all the blog entries I wrote. If I add that 12,831 to my 16,353, it's a somewhat respectable 29,184 words for the month. Not bad at all.
Also, I don't know how long I'll keep this in my sidebar, but for fun:
Randomizing: (I owe you three)
Lots and Lots of Nonsense
Playing School, Irreverently
Travels With Smacky
Reading: Fragile Things by Neil Gaiman
Playing: Maybe This Christmas Too?