No, ain't a'gonna do it.

But I have to say I was poking around on the NaNoWriMo site (which is much fancier than it was when I last competed) and was amused to find this as a discussion thread in the forum:

I Hate Myself and Want to Die

I am a talentless hack. Why do I do this to myself every year?

I'm not doing it, though.

I'm not. I don't have any ideas. I don't have any time. I don't want to.

I'm not remembering the year I didn't start until November 9 and finished by November 25. (I was YOUNGER then. Two whole years younger. At my age, that was a lot of brain cells ago.) I did most of that on company time back then, too. Can't do that kind of thing any more, just isn't right. Not even if I can just stick it on my blog and don't have to keep sending files back and forth.

Also, I think, I was less resistant to the idea of just writing any old crap, just for the sake of writing, when I did it before. After all, I wasn't doing any other writing (besides the political blog), so what did it matter?

Today, I don't have three hours a day to spend beating my brain against the wall of original fiction. I need to spend the time finishing the S.E.N.

So. Totally. Not. Doing. It.

Shutup, shutup, shutup, stupid brain.

P.S. This is why you ought not NaNo.