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gearing up... (or I'm doing NaNoWriMo again, don't tell my husband)

Cami Kaos

13 Oct 2009 — 1 min read

In 19 days it will be November.

To most of you November may seem to be a pretty innocuous month. I mean really... it's November. The biggest most stressful thing about November for most of the USA is... Thanksgiving (the Canadians had Thanksgiving yesterday).

The kids are settled into school. The winter holiday season is still far enough away that the stress shouldn't be hitting yet and we're just over Halloween (which is huge in my house)... See November should be mellow. But my November is never mellow. It was in November several years ago that I started this blog. It was in November a couple years ago that we started this podcast. It's in November last year that I did Ignite Portland. November and I... well...

November is already fucking freaking me out. FREAKING. ME. OUT.

Why? Because I think I'm just stupid, crazy, masochistic and inspired enough to try NaNoWriMo. Again.

In 2007 I kicked NaNoWriMo's ass! In 2008 I was a quitter when I realized I had far too much to do. Will 2009 be my year again? Are you doing it? I'm doing it.

PS: Don't tell Mike... I don't think he's ready for this kind of news.

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