And I have my life back! πŸ˜‰

But wasn’t it fun! This time last year I was wondering if I could get my act together enough to do something as absurd as writing a novel in thirty days–the month before Christmas, no less. But few things I have ever done have been so rewarding. On this side of NaNoWriMo, I not only have a novel under my belt. I have the carefree and intensly personal satisfaction in my writing that I experienced as a teenager when I wrote like the wind and never thought of anyone else reading it. I have the joy of recapturing those ‘first, fine careless raptures’. And I have a pile of closely-typed pages that no one will ever lay eyes on but my husband and myself–and a month’s worth of happy memories of playing Jo March. πŸ™‚

My (wonderful, supportive, encouraging…) husband came home with a bottle of champagne and took me out to dinner to celebrate. And yesterday I stashed my manuscript in a pretty flowered file folder and spent my spare time that afternoon scribbling madly in my journal. After all, I had a whole month’s worth of news to catch up on! πŸ˜‰