03 Monday Nov 2014
31 days 31 posts. I made it. It comes as a surprise to me because I never thought I had it in me what it takes to commit to write daily.
I am so over the moon now. 🙂
Signing up for the NaBloPoMo – October was truly an impulsive act. I didn’t think through about writing every day for the next 31 days. But it turned out to be a wonderful journey.
At the 31st day, I am happy that I trusted that impulse to sign up.
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