I was a stay at home mom who wanted to try this thing called "nanowrimo" and I pulled it off the first year despite my daughter bringing home a case of the infamous swine flu. And, despite a miss one year because I've got kids and November is sick season around here, I love doing Nanowrimo. I figured since I was able to finish a book by writing a little at a time I'd try running a little at a time and now I run all the time. And buoyed by those successes I decided to go back to school starting with one impossibly hard class and then I'd build on that and so far. . . holding onto that A (though this month's competing interests are seeking to undermine my sucess so far). I already have a degree in Litt and this month reminds me that writing fiction is so much harder than any critical analysis. It takes so much more courage, creativity, and imagination and when I go back to read another book after this month is done it puts what they've accomplished so beautifully into perspective. This really is a month of gratitute for me.