My writing has been great, even if other things have been less than wonderful. I’ve grown my nano project to more than halfway, today reaching a little more than 30,000 words. My main non-nano piece has grown, too. I’ve published a few chapters since the last time I posted here. This is good for me, even if I feel like I barely make it from day to day the past month or so.

This next week is unbearable for me, and I want to write about why, but I can’t do it.

I am always a wreck in November. I grieve. I laugh. I bawl. I might not come around here too much until we’re into December, other than to let you know when I reach the 50,000 word goal of nano. Forgive me if I hide. It’s what I have to do.