What Was I Thinking?

I'm not really sure what came over me, but I signed up for NaNoWriMo today.
I have no real plot in mind and only the vaguest of characters to throw into it, so I'm under no illusion that I'll be writing anything that anyone would want to read. Why would I think that writing a novel in 30 days would be an attainable goal for me? Is it that I feel I've honed my writing skills by being an incredibly prolific blogger? Errrmmm.....clearly not.

I can only think of three reasons why I would sign up for an event that is clearly going to be horrific:
a) I'm a masochist,
b) I lack the backbone to stand up to the peer pressure being applied by two people at work who are also doing it,
and
c) I remembered my college habit of preferring to tidy everything in the apartment to typing a paper due the following day, and I realized that NaNoWriMo's deadline offered the perfect opportunity for our house to get cleaned in places that haven't seen a dust cloth since we moved in.

I'm not sure if the undertaking of this task will result in my blog remaining unwritten for many weeks, or if I'll suddenly start posting up a storm in an effort to procrastinate once I've tweezed all the cobwebs from between the radiator pipes.
Oh dear, it's nearly time to time to tie up my hair with my thinking ribbon. Wish me luck!