The best thing about having done and won NaNoWriMo is that it has really made me think I can do anything.  I mean, yes, it was a silly goal:  write a book in a month.  But it took serious dedication to sit my ass down every night and come up with those 1667 words.  Sometimes I stopped halfway through, sometimes I went above and beyond, but on November 30, I had my 50,000+ words.
The whole process of writing--having a plan, the elation, the setbacks, ignoring my inner editor in pursuit of that incredible 50,000-word goal, and NOT having it suck--has really made me rethink my attitude in some other aspects of my life.  It's like, "Okay, I've written a novel--a thesis shouldn't be a problem at all."
It's also given me some insight into my writing:  namely, planning is actually kind of important if I ever want to finish anything.  But that's true of all life. 
This month I will be devoting my energies to plotting out a how-to-create-an-apocalypse novel, while painting another mushroom.
 
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