NaNoWriMo must be the writing equivalent of dressing up as a chicken and running the marathon. I could never even begin to attempt it.

It's starting to feel something like that! I'm gradually resigning myself to the fact that I probably won't make 50,000 by next week (am stuck at a 33,000 plateau), but it's been a good exercise nonetheless.

But well done, anyway. 33,000 words in a month is loads, and there'll be something in there to use and develop.