What is it about the time between the 30th and the 31st of October that makes us go from "We are READY. We are PUMPED. We can DO THIS," to cowering under a pile of blankets hoping that maybe NaNoWriMo will pass by without noticing us? All up until now, I've been psyched, confident, and prepared. And then today, with the sudden realization that once again, this yearly testament to novel writing begins TOMORROW, I panic. I'm not ready. I'm freaked out. I'm anxious. Why in the world did I volunteer to do Thanksgiving at our house this year? I'm supposed to write WHILE getting the place in good working order for the family we don't have enough room for? And having guests other weeks and movies and games coming out and JUST SO MUCH STUFF.
I am the llama.