NaNoWriMo is coming to an end, and I just hit 2600 words.  That’s 2600 out of what was supposed to be 50,000, for those of you unfamiliar with the process.  So, I failed?  Maybe not.  Here’s what I learned:

I do love writing more than anything.  More than any other hobby or passtime or time-killer. 

I become obsessed with my characters.  I sometimes dream about my characters.

I do not outline. 

I want to be a fiction writer, now and for the rest of my life.  I no longer care how much time it takes, or what I have to do in the meantime to make money.  I dream of the day I can write, and be paid well to do so.

I can write everyday.  With the marvelous advent of internet blogging, I can write at work.  Did you know?  Once a thing’s on a page posted on the internet, it’s copyrighted, in a manner of speaking.  In other words, hands off my book, jackass. 

I have a real goal in life, a real purpose, maybe for the first time.