NaNoWriMo

Thirty days and nights of literary abandon. The month of November, given something fun. It's not December, so you don't have the advent calendar or working up to Christmas yet. It's past October, so you don't have to look forward to Halloween or anything else during the month, so you just look forward to being able to write. And write. And write. Or, you practice cello and do your chores and school work (and then write) or you eat (and then write) or you sleep and (and then write) or you go to the bathroom (and write) or you go out somewhere (and then write when you get home).