Plus sa change, plus ca NaNoWriMo...

I have a problem: I am a beggar for punishment.

All my blog friends can attest to the fact that, since landing a full time job, I have been a blogging Dead Zone. It is not, I hasten to add, because I don't love my blogosphere pals. Indeed, I have been neglecting everything: My writing, Twitter, exercise, my RL buddies... heck, even my hairdresser has forgotten what I look like.

You can hardly blame her for not recognising me

So you might say there aren't enough hours in the day. (Or you might say that being a lawyer sucks every ounce of creativity out of one's body... but who am I to abuse the job which is keeping the kittehs in their fancy cat food?)

AND YET.... And yet, my darling blogosphere friends, I am once more eyeing up NaNoWriMo. If you don't know what NaNoWriMo is, please check out my informative post "Mummy, why is that lady muttering to herself?" here. If you already know what NaNoWriMo is, you will be shaking your head sadly and preparing to send a sympathy card to my Handsome Husband, or, as he will soon be known, the Writer's Widower.

I haven't signed up for it yet - indicating, I like to think, some scrap of common sense still remains in my dessicated brain. But I'm seriously thinking about it...

Writers, and thinking-about-becoming-writers, are you tempted to do it this year? What other commitments are you juggling? Please fill me in, and make me feel a little less mad about committing to this thing...

~ Charlotte, lining up with Mrs Rochester and Blanche Dubois in the Crazy Lady Parade