Sometimes, you sprint over the finish in a burning bolt of glory.
And sometimes you kind of trip and fall backwards over it, still finishing the race. NaNoWriMo 2020 has come to a close, and somehow, I made it to the end. Was it a graceful finish? Maybe not, but I have 50k shiny new words and a renewed sense of enjoyment in my writing. What could be better than that?
(The answer is a detailed wrap. Trust me. And also read on, if you really trust me.)