All NaNo's Eve

Another November, another attempt to write 50,000 words in 30 days. I usually say that it's no big deal—it breaks down to about 1,667 words a day. Which is not a lot of writing.

On the other hand, it is a significant chunk of time that I can't spend ranting about the latest SCOTUS nomination (This guy hates small girls, women, minorities, and the Family Medical Leave Act. Plus, since Miers was in theory the most qualified person in the land, he's sloppy seconds, to quote a member of the White House press corps.), the weather, or how few comics I manage to read these days.

On the other hand, I really am looking forward to this exercise. If only it weren't November. What a sucky choice for a month. January, April, May, June—now those are months that would benefit from some distraction. November has not only Thanksgiving, but football playoffs, pre-Christmas madness, and the end of autumnal events. I can think of at least three things I should be doing on Saturday, so now I've gotta figure out how to cram in a couple of hours of writing.

Perhaps I should see what deals CostCo has on cases of Red Bull or Mike's Hard Limeade. Though I should probably not mix the two, huh?