I’m intrigued by the sense of conviction people adopt in November — commitments to write a novel, run 100 miles, express their thanks and abstinence from shaving (yes, I think No Shave November counts). It’s inspiring, but I always feel a sense of failure Nov. 2 when I haven’t yet participated in National Novel-Writing Month. November comes out of nowhere and BAM you haven’t started writing. At that point, only 29 days to write a book seems a laughable goal. Perhaps my ambition for November should be optimism.