This post is the last. I did it. I finished @&#*!(*@&&!! NaBloPoMo.
I feel that finishing with a post where you declare that you finished really is cheating a bit, but I DON’T CARE. I did it. 30 posts in 30 days. (Even if one of those posts only happened because IT Guy wouldn’t let me quit.)
I’m not sure what was so hard about this year. In years past, I’ve enjoyed NaBloPoMo. It’s pushed me to find a daily writing rhythm that has served me well. I’ve generally been happy with most of the posts.
This month was just rough. I think it’s partially because I often felt I couldn’t write about what I was really feeling. Sometimes the story wasn’t mine to tell. Sometimes it would just come off as whining. Sometimes I didn’t have anything to say (like this entire past week of continuous plague.) I’ve often been exhausted to the core of my being and that’s just not good for writing. You have to be able to think to write. My thinker has been overworked and in the shop a lot this month.
No matter how many days passed, I never found my writing rhythm.
Despite all of it, I finished. NaBloPoMo, we are done this year. I’ll see you next November when I forget how much I didn’t like you this year and take you up again.