Ah, last year. I was at home with a young child, who kept me busy when he was awake, but blissfully took two hours naps where I could easily get all my NaNo words in a day. Last night, I got home around 9 pm after an exhausting day of work (8am-9pm), and had to force myself to sit my bit in the chair and type. At 300 words, I almost went to bed, at 750 words, I was pretty sure I was going to power down and go to bed, at 1200 words, I finally began feeling like I was getting close and that I could finish even though I was exhausted, smelly, desperately wanting a shower and my soft downy comforter. At 1667 words – the daily goal – I wasn’t done my chapter so I KEPT GOING! I finished off close to 1800 words and felt a smug sense of satisfaction that I had pulled through. That is just the best NaNo feeling, don’t you think? It’s like this drawing I did at work, when I was a having a moment of NEEDING TO BE CREATIVE. I’m not sure if it’s and explosion or the sun, but it feels marvelous!