I want to do it again next year, but with an actual plan in place, and actually writing a couple of short stories as well. I did end up writing two poems, but my god! I wrote like I was an emotional teenage girl who knows sadness without ever having experienced it. Plath and Eliot were my two favourite poets as a teenager, and it shows.
Anyway, thanks again. It was fun, yet painful. I ended up learning a lot about myself, because of it, and I want to use what I learnt to change parts of my life. ::Fingers crossed::
I hope all those who write proper novels succeeded or at least ended up in a place that they're happy with.
