I walked a path named #NaBloPoMo.
It was daunting--green, long, and narrow.
There was a beginning and an end,
And walk the entire way I did intend.
I had to strut a steady pace;
No stopping to admire nature's grace.
Some days I faced beautiful unknowns;
Other days I saw none but sticks and bones.
The path became easier to tread
As I closed in on the end ahead.
Behind me is the track of Experience
Marked by effort, time, and perseverance.
And now I cross the finish line,
Ready to leave November behind.
But I know the end is not about winning--
Rather, a new phase, another beginning.
A long road well labored and traveled,
Makes a string of work nicely unraveled.
I did it! I did it! Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. No mo' writing here tonight. No! No mo' writing here tonight, I'm such a riot!
That's crazy me channeling Dory, if you can't tell.
I have a whole lot to say about #NaBloPoMo, and I'll be posting that on Letters of Muse at a later day (hint: NOT tomorrow).
I tried--really tried--to make every post meaningful and relevant. There are a few I'm not proud of, but for the most part, I did my best given the constraints of this challenge.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, if you followed along and cheered me on. You made me feel a LOT less lonely knowing I'm not doing this alone as a crazy, secluded writer with no life.
The LAST POST of #NaBloPoMo2012, signing off.