As mentioned a few posts ago, November was National Novel Writing Month, and this was my eighth year participating. (At least, I think it's year eight. The website says eight, but literally every other piece of information they copied over from the old websites when they rewrote and consolidated is wrong, so I may be foolish to trust this fact. But it's got to be close.)
We'll Have a Plague Old Time!
Last year a death in the family meant I was scrambling to catch up at the end. This year I finished a day early. It was a little odd, not having any in-person write-ins. I miss hanging out with my local group at crepe restaurant in Davis, or the coffee shop here in Woodland. There are usually around 5-10 people that show up fairly consistently during November, and some of them I don't see during the other eleven months of the year. Still, we got together for virtual write-ins, and hopefully I'll see them all next year.