Well, it's 1.5 hours to go until the end of National Novel Writer's Month, and I'm still over 2,000 words from the goal. I was close, but I haven't finished, and until midnight has passed, I'm not writing any more. It was fun, it was exhausting, and I didn't actually win, but that doesn't matter, because it's over! Next year I shall try again, and I shall do better. Great fun, though. Ah, it's relieving not to have to think about it any more. I'm writing this now to make it quite clear that not finishing was a voluntary choice, not an actual failure to make the word count.