No streak lasts forever…

Joe Dimaggio’s streak ended at 56. Cal Ripken Junior’s at 2,632.

My streak, while significantly less important, ends at 12. As in 12 straight years, but no further.

First the first time in 13 years, Nanowrimo ended with the bitter taste of defeat.

I didn’t cross the finish line for the first time since I started participating in the event.

It’s an understatement to say that this year’s Nano was a struggle, but it was. I’ve been struggling to write all year. So much that I even considered skipping Nano this year. There are a lot of things I skipped this year, and a part of me didn’t want to add Nano to that list.

This stroke has made 2018 a little more difficult than I’m willing to admit, but I’m working hard to make sure that I get better. The point is while this streak has ended, I’ll just have to try again next year and start a new streak.

Now it’s not like I didn’t do anything. I still wrote something this month. Not as much as I needed to, but at this point some material done in November is a lot better than nothing, which was something I seriously considered doing. I got some stuff written down, which is a good start.

There’s a lot of projects I wanted to finish this year, and I didn’t get even half of them done. It’s frustrating, but I can still do it. It’s just going to take a little more time, that’s all.

I can’t believe it’s already December. Before you know it, it will be 2019.

I’ll try again next year, and hopefully we’ll get a better result. I’m too stubborn not to.

Hey, I never said I was perfect… just awesome.

Peter