So, yesterday I got this fancy thing:

This November I participated in my first-ever National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) adventure. Now, I’ll confess right away that I have not been a fan of the concept for years. The win-or-lose thing did not appeal to me (because writing 35,000 words in a month instead of 50,000 does not make one a loser), and I couldn’t imagine what I could accomplish of any sort of quality in that timeframe. On top of that, I am a spoonie with chronic neuropathy and muscular-skeletal issues. Writing every single day? Um, no, I don’t think I can. And why would I risk hurting myself?

However, 2017 has been a really challenging and outright trying year for me, health-wise. Too many scares all at once and an influx of appointments drove me to intense anxiety. (Thankfully, I’m so much better now, mentally, since I’ve found a…