Except for the part where I like punctuation and usually show some threads of coherence, I could be the reincarnation of William Faulkner's writing spirit. Or maybe James Augustine Aloysius Joyce. With a name like that, is it any wonder he wrote the way he did?
... that's all simply to say that my writing process it already ridiculously chaotic, so NaNoWriMo is like throwing that chaos into a blender with a few pages of Jordan-worthy rambling and wandering in a vain attempt to pull out something readable.
Despite "participating" for the last, oh, 8 years, I've never finished. I blame school. Now I can blame Japanese, the dog, my job, Andrew, Oakland massacres, the Big One and any other number of Adult-Level Distractions! <_<
I'm actually planning to force myself out regularly to write-in with other Wrimos this time. Maybe that sort of accountability will make the necessary difference. Besides, I now live like 5 blocks away from the Office of Letters and Light. There's got to be something in that.