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Okay, so when I said to most people that I was planning on doing NaNoWriMo again this year, I got the same response back from a lot of them. "How are you going to find the time with all the other things you do?" or "Maybe you should choose a smaller target?". Now, to my mind there's no shame in failure in a project of this kind, so setting a target lower than normal feels ... somehow wrong. Maybe I succeed, maybe I fail, but I tried to jump the same fences as everyone else, and I fell at one or more: that's what my life tends to be like, and I note that most people are in a similar position. We fall at different fences, is all, and pick ourselves up, and carry on.
What I'm working around to saying here is that I rather suspect the people who said that were right, damn them. I'm about a quarter to a third of the way through the month, and have written less than one fifth of my target wordcount. Unless something changes radically, I'm not going to hit the 50K target within the month (I seem to manage 800-1000 words per day without any real trouble, when to get the fifty-grand I need to be writing more like 1700). So it goes. Playing badminton on Monday nights, fencing on Tuesday and Thursday (blowing away virtually all my free time in the evening in all cases) is more important. So I'll keep trying, but I'm pretty resigned to ending up with 30-40 thousand words instead of the goal.
In other news, Nick and I had another bash at Little Big Planet today. We now have rocket engines as components in the "free building" mode, and the world is no longer safe. We went through four designs in the end, before arriving at something fairly stable with complex but usable avionics, then conscripted Craig as Mr Anticlockwise, with me and Nick as Mr Clockwise and Mr Up. Between us, I think we managed an average of thirty seconds flight time before crashing into the scenery, exploding or otherwise failing, which wasn't too bad.