I can now say that I have completed NaBloPoMo for five consecutive years and I think this entitles me to a parade. Or free lattes. Actually, let's go with the lattes.
It's not easy to write every day but, every November, I do it and I learn things about myself and about writing. Forcing myself to string words together in some coherent way on a regular basis makes me think. As I root around in the dark corners of my mind trying to find things to write about, I find stories I'd forgotten or I see old stories in a new light.
I also get to learn about all of you who, for whatever reason, keep coming back here. Sometimes you share your funny stories in the comments and sometimes you share the hard ones. In a way, we do NaBloPoMo together. I know - that's so cheesy/corny/trite - but if I can't get away with saying something like that after typing my little fingers to the bone for you for the past 30 days, then when can I? Ha.
And now...it's over. Kinda anti-climactic, huh? That parade of lattes is sounding pretty good now, isn't it? It reminds me of the feeling I had on Christmas morning the year I'd secretly opened all of my presents and rewrapped long before the actual day had arrived. It's a bit of a bummer. But...there is always next year.
So...what do we do now?