The heady yet pleasant fragrance of jasmine and coconut wafts upwards, teasing my nostrils and sparking a flood of memories from twenty, no, thirty years ago. Has it really been that long?
So, you read that right. I won’t finish my book during NanoWriMo this year. I didn’t cross 50,000 words. Heck, I didn’t cross 13, 000 words. So, given the fact there are just 2 days left in November and that I cannot write 37,000 words in 2 days, by all accounts I failed at my first NaNoWriMo.
It should be a vaguely unsettling feeling, since it’s been a long time since I failed at something. But the interesting bit? I’m not sad and I’ll tell you why.