I love National Novel Writing Month, so much so that I have signed up for the challenge when I knew there would be no time, like that one year when we moved apartments in November.  I wrote 23 thousand words that year before the file got corrupted.

I hate to say it, but I won’t be signing up this year.  I will be devoting November to writing, mostly finishing in progress stories and editing first drafts, but I will not be crafting a new novel from scratch starting tomorrow.  I already miss the instant camaraderie of disembodied writers in motion.  So, I’m going to have to live through you this year.  Sign up to write a novel, send me the link to your NaNoWriMo profile and give me weekly updates.  I need this from you.  I need you.