You saved my life. Okay, well that's a bit dramatic. You saved my writing. That's a little better, but it doesn't show how much they really saved me. Trudging along with this mighty goal was so intimidating, but you and your FANTASTIC community made me get my ass in gear. What an inspiring group of people. You are the only reason I finished my book. Since you are also the reason I have blisters on my fingers and wrote 26 thousand words in 8 days, I did curse you a little. I'm sorry for that. I do love you, dear WriMos. Even when you scold me for being dramatic. Who ever said that people that write fiction aren't dramatic? It certainly was not me. And in other news...I got my first rejection letter today. You know what? I kept it. It's hanging above my computer to motivate me to get on with the editing. I'm sure that they will start coming back to me like wildfire, but getting a letter means that I finished this thing. If I only ever get rejection, that's okay too. I have had the time of my life on this epic adventure. Everyone had to start somewhere, and my start is hanging above my computer. With no personal reply.