This was the first year I really doubted that I'd be able to make it through NaBloPoMo, and then it turned out to be the easiest year yet. This blog turned six years old in October and the occasion totally passed me by, but somehow that seems almost appropriate now. It's become an easy, comfortable place, and November proved that sometimes it can be effortless. Okay, some days were a bit of a struggle, but nothing serious. So that's a nice feeling after all this time. It's nice to be here with no delusions of grandeur or expectations of fame, just for the pleasure of writing and the chance of making some friends. I'd like to say that I'll post more often now, but I know better than to make promises. Let's just say I feel refreshed and we'll see where that leads me.
Thanks to everyone who has been reading and commenting, this month and all the time, really. I'm especially grateful to those who left comments or sent emails about the Friday Fiction project. Solely because of your encouragement, what I thought was a throwaway scrap of nothing much turned into something pretty damn fun. I'm not being hyperbolic -- I thought that was the end of the story until someone asked what came next and I started wondering the same thing myself. And with any luck, on Friday it'll become the first piece of fiction I've finished since college. Will it ever count as Serious Writing? No. Will many people ever read it? Doubtful. Is it an impressive accomplishment during a month when people are striving to write entire novels in thirty days? Absolutely not. Do I care? Hell, no. I'm just excited to have done it. So thank you all, truly.