I failed many times doing NaNo. Maybe making it a week only to run out of steam to let the project fall by the wayside. 2014 was different though. I wrote something I knew and believed in--the ideas flowed from the beginning but I was interrupted by life.
There were also times when there was no milk in the fridge, no tp, or a weeks worth of dinner consisted of boiled macaroni with stewed tomatoes. Omg, to this day I can't stomach stewed tomatoes--ugh the thought makes wanna gag.
The year of 2020 will not be forgotten but will go down as a constant reminder that we are not the ones in charge here and anything can--and will--happen at any time.