I’m not sure what you’re going to be able to get done in November, you might as well adjust your expectations now, because I am planning on claiming a pretty big piece of the awesome for myself.

Even as I say that, I laugh, because hell knows there’s lots of awesome to go around, but this month, instead of leaving mine out there somewhere I am putting it in one of those environmentally friendly shopping bags and dragging it home with me.

When I’m doing goal-setting I go about it in one of two ways, I either pick a bunch of baby-steps and do them, well, in baby-steps or I pick some giant goal and then shoot toward it like an arrow.  This is an arrow situation.

Not only am I doing NaNoWriMo but I am going to exercise for an hour every day (including at least 5m of that wacky Shiva Nata stuff),  and me and the boys are going to do a weekly project from Andrea Buchanan & Miriam Peskowitz’s The Daring Book for Girls.  Yes, I know I have boys, not girls, but I have the book and years ago I promised to talk about it on my blog, and that didn’t happen, so I’m going to report on it now.

So basically, unlike most years, when November disappears in a flood of birthdays (Myself, The Boy, The Little Guy, my friends K, D and M were all born in November, it’s hectic), this year I OWN this month, and I am going to come out of it with a novel (quality may or may not be present), great arms, and a bunch of cool memories of fun stuff with my boys.

And to start the month off properly, I got a haircut this morning and I have streaks of the most delightful shade of green, I’m considering it my warpaint and I am off to do battle.