Guess I’ll plan better next year…
So, I made it to 36,279. Not quite 50,000…but I somehow forgot to account for things like the kids getting croup, having a wolf chew on my shoulder and oh, right, Thanksgiving. I probably could have finished by sequestering myself through the last five days, but I only get to see my siblings and niece a couple times a year, so put the computer away in favor of family time.
Hubby announced this morning that today could be “Casey’s Day to be Depressed About Not Finishing NaNoWriMo” but tomorrow I have to get off my butt and keep writing.
Please excuse me; I have only two more hours to wallow in self-pity.
(Actually, I’ll be eating ice cream. Wallowing gets really boring after the first three minutes…)