Like impatient horses at feeding time, my characters are kicking off in the worst way at the moment. They can smell the start of November. I'm worried.
I've never done NaNoWriMo before. It seems terribly sociable. When I write, I am a hermit. The 'real' world has no place in my life when I'm in novel mode. I can't chat merrily about my progress or utter a word about my characters until the first draft is down. A few moments to moan about the horror of the 'tricky middle bit' is pretty much the extent of my communication with the world. Something tells me I may not be NaNoWriMo-compliant.