Even though I broke all of NaNoWriMo’s rules, and didn’t come anywhere near their desired word count, I’m going to go ahead and call November a success—because progress was made, and that’s all I care about.
I had forgotten how hard it is to write fiction (or semifiction, anyway); you have to like, make stuff up, and that takes time. When it goes poorly, it’s like pulling teeth; but when it goes well, it definitely improves the day.
Anyway, if anyone is interested in seeing the story continued, I’d like to hear from you. And be honest, because at this rate it’ll probably take me five more years to finish, and I’d just as soon not be bothered. Muchos gracias, anyway, if you’ve been reading.