Thirty posts in 30 days. Was I mad? Could I do it? Would anyone care?
Done! The end of NaBloPoMo arrives just in time for my annual pre-Christmas-shopping nervous breakdown which will surely require any smidge of time leftover each day after the child is reared and my daily workload is done.
But the last 30 days and their resulting posts weren't all bad.
I created a list of 15 possible post prompts, of which I only wrote about six.
I got inspired to go to the gym at the asscrack of dawn and then quickly came to my senses.
All of this just to be able to say I did it. And honestly? It wouldn't have been nearly as much fun without you. Thanks for joining me on this (hopefully) interesting ride.
Takes a bow. Shuts and picks up suitcase. Walks out door toward well-deserved tropical vacation with Leonardo DiCaprio on undisclosed Caribbean island.
Yeah, I wish.