For the past couple of weeks, I'd set the alarm at five to push through as many words as possible in hopes of once again successfully completing NaNoWriMo. I'd looked forward to receiving that "winner" badge all year, and I'd known what novel I'd write for ages. My daughter had been begging for a sequel to last year's Nano Project. All was going well. Technically, it still is. I may not have been 100% happy with my plot, but I was on target to "win" a week early. This was a huge accomplishment in and of itself because I hadn't been writing much, and I was pleased I could still produce something ... anything. Plus, I found new ideas crept in when I wasn't looking, and I drafted another "Potential Projects" list.