I'm nervous. And cold, but I think that just has to do with the fact that I'm wearing boxers and drinking a cold beverage.
But you know what? I think I just realized one of the reasons I love NaNoWriMo so much. One of the things I struggle with the most is feeling like a kid again, getting enthusiastic about things and approaching everything with excitement and wide-eyed wonder. And NaNo gives me that.
I mean, I feel like it's Christmas eve right now, only instead of Santa coming to give me gifts, I'm the one giving myself a gift, a little literary baby that will be born right from my fingertips in seven minutes.
That's all I've really got. I don't want to run out of words.