NaNoWriMo is the craziest thing I've every done. When else could you indulge a whole month in writing about carnival villans whose Stealing Candy From Babies crime ring has a dead Bearded Lady and not one truly evil person in the bunch or a girl that can smell danger, spin the world with a roll of her eyes, and read the future in the clumsy bruises on her shins.
2008 was the second time I did took the leap and decided that dedicating my life to a deadline where quantity over quality was revered and it was just as great as last time. When I did it in 2005 and pushed me to realize that I could write a whole book and I went on to do that (write an actual novel where quantity and qulaity can coexist). This year it was supposed to teach me that I'm taking this writing thing way too seriously and it did! In the midst of agent finding and publishing anxiety I remembered not only why I love writing as much as I do but that the only thing that's stopping me from writing is myself.
A few times in Novemeber I didn't think I had anything to say. Every few days I had to sit down and force the words out, kicking and screaming that they were horrible all the way. But I got past it, perservered and finished like all writers need to learn to. NaNoWriMo, I'd dedicate my frist born to you but, well, I'm afraid the poor thing would get teased too badly. You'll have to take my word of mouth praise instead.