Then, it changed to getting through a class without having a breathing episode. Once I realized that there was something wrong that I couldn't fix, victory changed to figuring out what was wrong.
This month, victory has been defined by staying on top of my word count for NaNoWriMo. I mean, I have crawled out of bed and written first thing in the morning every day except Saturday, when, as Gabriel put it, I had a man cold.
I have to admit that I am a horrible, horrible patient. I put that man cold to good use though, and gave the heroine in my story a man cold.
I am 18 days into NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo, and I have written and blogged every day. I would say that I'm a sucker for punishment, but I've actually managed to marginally stay on top of my other obligations at the same time.
How are you defining victory these days?