I miss NaNoWriMo. I miss the tingling of excitement and the wild rush of words on a page. I miss the pep talks, the forums and my fellow MLs. I miss knowing 200,000 folks around the world are writing with me.
More importantly, however, I miss sitting with writer-friend and supporting them.
I still see these people, every day. But we're not all writing together. We're not laughing at our typos, mocking our characters or retelling our latest bright idea.
Writing is lonely. I forget that in November.
These last three days were a sudden, harsh reminder, but they good for me. I need to be able to write consistently year-round.
So February? Stop trying to discourage me. I will get to the end of this first draft, whether you like it or not!