Welp,

I'm on the road as I write this from my phone. So forgive auto correct and bad grammar eh? So last week I fractured a finger. I was slated to win the competition on the 17th at the rate I was writing. You're probably wonder how the heck did this woman fracture her finger and do please make it interesting. Well I hope my dear friends and fam ... I was sword fighting ... you heard me ... I was sword fighting against a shield basher and took a hit.

Now let's sweeten this story up a bit shall we? He didn't even knock me on my ass. I stood my ground against his assault and he was the one on the ground in the fetal position for not making sure I didn't go down and stay down. Now most of you know I'm only 5' tall in real life. I'm short.

Y'all also know that since the end of chemo I've been crushing it at the gym to rebuild my broken body one step at a time. So to not only take down and out an opponent but be able to stand up in victory was cathartic for me. I may not win this years Nanowrimo but I won some of my confidence back and some of myself back as well. To me this is something priceless and not everyone comes out of their fights as winners but I always look for the little victories or the lessons through the tough ones.

I hope you can too. I've had some really crappy results in the last couple of weeks but I'm literally on the road driving halfway across the country so gotta cut this short. I'll let you know what's up in December upon my return. Until then you know the drill... *HUGS*