Damn, I've missed the boat. I've just come across NaNoWriMo 2003, a yearly attempt to get as many people as possible to each write a 50,000 word novel in a month. It's the kind of mildly insane escapade I'd have been up for. I can't help feeling powerfully drawn to their philosophy: "To write without having to obsess over quality. To be able to make obscure references to passages from your novel at parties. To be able to mock real novelists who dawdle on and on, taking far longer than 30 days to produce their work." and my heart responded instantly to their rallying cry of "Let's write laughably awful yet lengthy prose together!"
Unfortunately, this year's project takes place during the month of November, so I'm already three weeks late. Dammit.
But NEXT year I'll be with you, guys. That's a promise. And sometimes I keep my promises.