The Month When All Our Time is Eaten Up By a Monster We all Love and Hate

Picture this.  Bloodshot eyes.  Shakey hands that won't stay still.  Mouth hanging open with drool dripping down the side of your mouth.  You are in your room, the only light that's shining is your laptop's screen.  The only thing you can see is a page, partly blank and partly filled with words, and nothing can stop your addictiveness.  Nothing.

Can you guess what month I'm talking about.  November.  Yes, it's almost that time of year again.  The thirty days when the contest takes place.  NaNoWriMo.

THE END!!!

No matter what you do to try to keep yourself away from your computer and with your family, during November it's just so hard.  So hard!  During NaNoWriMo it feels like you just want to pull out your hair from pure frustration!  And when your mom says it's time for bed, you're saying, Just five-thousand words left!  Just five-thousand!  Five hours later, and what is your word-count?  Five more words than before.  Yep.  That's the power NaNoWriMo has over your life for one whole months.  Thirty days.  Seven-hundred-twenty hours.  Four-million-three-thousand-and-two-hundred minutes.  Talk about addictive!

This is my second year doing nanowrimo, and I'm telling you, I'm dreading every minute of November.  Don't get me wrong, I love writing novels in thirty days.  But... not the way they do it.  It's so addictive!  On one hand you really want to do it and win, even if it kills you!  But on the other hand, well, you see how it takes over your life.  So I've made myself a promise this year.  I will only type for an hour a day.  Yep, good luck with that, is what the other side (and probably all nanowrimoers) of me is snickering.  I'll tell you if I actually stick to that.  

Well, better go start on an idea for November.  *Sigh*  Back to the drawing board.  

-Angelina Zoe