You see what I'm dealing with. The kid in me says there's always time to write, while the adult in me wants to just shake some sense into that damn kid. Write now, you freakin' kid! Twenty years goes by like a damn McDonalds shamrock shake. You say just one more day and then, "What?! Gone!? It can't be!" But it is and you're left crushing peppermint patties into a vanilla milkshake but it's not the same. It just isn't.
Anyway. Oh yeah, NaNoWriMo! Go, writers!