It's November, so why not just go insane and sign up for NaNoWriMo?

Just like that, October is over, and here we are in November, the calendar's gateway to winter. It's about to get really dark, earlier in the evening, and really cold. I don't think I have enough sweaters yet. I don't have enough coal or wood socked away. I haven't weather-proofed my car. There is a sense that I'm about to lose all control over my environment.So why not just go insane and do nutty things, like sign up for NaNoWriMo?

Writing a 50,000 novel in a month would mean I'd have to write about 1666 words a day. Some days that's no big whoop. Most days, that's a big whoop. But I'm going to sign up anyway,because I just think November is so insane, I might as well say, "what the hell?"

November isn't October. No use pretending that it is. Why not lock oneself in a room and hammer out 1666 words a day?