I’m writing a book. Have I mentioned I’m writing a book? I’m writing a book, and I’m writing it THIS MONTH. Yeah, there’s this NaNoWriMo thing going on, and evidently a significant potion of the civilized world writes a book every November – who knew? So I decided to join in since I was feeling so great and had so much time on my hands. Because everyone is at their most creative when they are in constant pain and under enormous stress at work. And since the reasonable way to do this would be very quietly and privately so that no one knows if I give up halfway through, well, I’m shouting it from the rooftops. I bought the freakin’ shirt, people! Friends and family members ask me about “the book” in those same calm, careful tones you use to ask a pre-schooler where his imaginary friend is so that you don’t sit on him. People in the know ask me my word count. It takes 1,667 words a day to get to the 50,000 required for a “successful” NaNoWriMo. I’m ahead of pace right now, but there’s a little voice in the back of my mind telling me by about the 20th I’ll be sitting at the computer typing “monkey, monkey, monkey” and giggling hysterically.