Tommorrow is the start of National Novel Writing Month. It is a bunch of writers attempting to hack out 50,000 words in the space of thirty days. I did it last year, and did not succeed in making the word count (I was short the amount of words that got chewed up by my term papers).
And after the end of the month, I never looked at the rough draft ever again. I cringe to think about it; it was not publishable even with the use of a flame-thrower.
Obvivously, I am a glutton for punishment for I am attempting to do it again this year, despite having even bigger research papers to accomplish. So tommorrow, if you hear a fury of typing, it is probably just one of the NaNoWriMo lunatics.