In a few hours from the time stamp of this post, that ol' reckless adventure or the National Novel Writing Month will start again.
I am completely and arbitrarily deciding as of this moment to throw my hat into the ring. I reserve the right at any moment to climb over the ropes and retrieve it, replace it sheepishly on my head, and excuse myself.
The first year of NaNo, I managed 15,000 or so words. The second year, I made it to over 30,000. If I keep up this trend, I could blow the doors off the thing and actually "win" NaNo, whatever that means.
What am I going to write? I learned last year that the best use of my NaNo time is to just keep pouring out text. No pre-planned stuff, no working from an outline, just a massive firehose of fantasy text generally pointed in the same direction. Yes, I know it won't make a coherent novel. Yes, I know it won't really be a finished work with a beginning, a middle, and an end. Very postmodern.
Besides, that will give me an excuse to get out of NaNo what I need most in my writing. Practice. Orson Scott Card says that if you write 1,000,000 words, it is impossible not to get published. So arbitrary word count, here I come. Who's with me?