So, until Friday night (the 31st), I had every intention of participating, and winning (i.e, writing 50,000 mostly coherent words in reasonable order) NaNoWriMo this year.
Overnight Friday though, I had some personal drama happen (of which I am a partial instigator) and it made me think that the stress of NaNo combined with my other stressors (again, many of which are self-induced, I admit) might be too much. Then I got to work this morning and saw all the damn encouragement (Chris Baty's email, Colette's blog, even the Dave Ramsey-ites got it going on) and now I'm thinking that maybe I *do* want to play.
I missed opening weekend by just lazing around, going to movies and out to eat, but I know I can do this because last year I did it in, effectively, 13 days and I've still got 27 to go.
Okay, apparently I just talked myself into it. Here goes.