And then it was December.

Despite everything I learned in my first nano, the nagging of my inner editor eats away at my victory like the odd nail in the sole of your shoe that scrapes just enough of the fibers of your socks that you just can't figure out what's the deal with craftmanship these days.

Yes, I have over 50,000 words under my belt towards To see clearly that I did not have before I found out about that interesting challenge. But it's also an unfinished mess. Not suprising, given how I barely started with a notion, forgot a decent outline or any type of to do or character list.

So there is still much that needs to be done before that body of work might ever cross the hands of anyone other than family and friends. Now the bigger challenge is fitting that sort of writing back into a life that has already been out of whack schedule wise.

I know it will happen. I just have to try to be patient until habits fall into place. It's always easiest to throw in the towel when you slip--more so than when the odds seem impossible. So that's what I shall strive to do.

Time will tell, as it always does.