NaNoWriMo thing has been around for a few years, and I've often thought about doing it, but then the defeatist part of me has always presented me with a logical argument for not doing it, and that is "Don't be silly, you can't write a novel in a month." Flawless. And I believed that. I mean, who on Earth could write 50,000 words in 30 days? It's impossible. No-one in their right mind could do a thing like that. Especially not me. I can't do anything. I'm useless at everything I try, so I might as well not try. It saves disappointment.
Until earlier this year when I wrote 120,000 words in 37 days. I still can't believe I did it. I had hoped to write 80,000 words in a month, but I wasn't holding my breath. And then the ideas kept coming, and the words kept coming, and I ended up with a book (a book in need of a lot of editing, mind, but a book nonetheless). An actual book, written by me, in just over a month. It's all been edited and sent off to agents who don't want it, but that's beside the point. I wrote a book in a really short amount of time.
So what's stopping me doing it again? I've got the time and I've got the imagination, so now I've got to do it. I've got just under two months to prepare myself, and to find a suitable place to lock away the defeatist so that he doesn't escape and tell me that I can't do it. Because I can do it, and I will do it. Just you watch me.