There’s doins’ a-transpirin’.

7 hours, 23 minutes, give or take. That’s how long before the NaNoWriMo starts. I sort of know what I’m going to do, and I definately know how much time I have: 30 days. 50,000 words.

I’ve written… 17 thousand words on this front page this month. I would have guessed it higher.

I’m nervous.

I don’t want to fail (duh, who the hell goes out into something wanting to fail?), and there’s a chance — a pretty good one, even — that I will. I’m jazzed. I want to see what happens.

I used to get like this before starting a season of sports back in high school. I mean, I remembered it being hard the year before, but even then I knew I’d done the work before… still, maybe I wouldn’t be able to do it this year. I was nervous.

I’m the same kind of nervous now. I’m wondering what I’m going to find out about myself this month. Are my limits closer than I thought they were? Is my will not up to the challenge? Or have the boundaries I’ve always worked within been imaginary?

Randy pointed out, or observed, or opined, that since I’ll be putting such effort into the project, it’s going to cut into this front page.

First: so be it (if it happens) — certainly it will cut into my browsing, but most of you seem to like my personal crap better than my links to other stuff anyway.

Second: I don’t know what will happen, but I’m trying to prepare as best I can. I’ve deleted some minor side-blogs, combining them into other blogs so I can get proper focus. Odds are pretty good that it isn’t this page, the story, or the WiD page, I won’t be writing on it.

Who knows, it might be like priming the pump — once I get going, I might find so many words inside me that my production here will go up.

Sure, Doyce… you just keep huffin’ on that crack pipe.

Best of all, I’m starting out at a deficit, because I’m going to Portland and filling my ENTIRE 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th day of the month, from 9am to Midnight.

Ballsy. Stupid, but Ballsy.

Okay, that’s off my chest. I’m gonna go hand out candy to kids and wish them Merry Christmas… see what kind of looks I get.