I would have liked to write a long, reflective blog post about my fiction writing experience this month. But I'm too tired again.
So I did it. I wrote a piece of fiction almost every day and I blogged about it. A month ago, when I had the idea for Fiction August, I imagined I'd have lots of interesting things to say about the whole thing. Wishful thinking, I guess. Some days I struggled to find anything to say at all.
So now it's over and I'm glad about it. But I'm also glad I wrote so many different pieces of fiction.