National Novel Writing Month drew to a close this week. Herself had aspirations. How did she do?
November was A Difficult Month, bookended by the car accident at the beginning and the passing of James the guinea pig at the end, and with assorted things in the middle. There was blogging, but not much work upon the story. Nevertheless, I will point out encouragingly that the story is three times longer than it was at the beginning of the month. So that is good. While it is not a great deal of progress, it is progress just the same.
We will see how much the story advances in December. I am optimistic that it will continue to grow.
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