So I started doing NaNoWriMo.  All of a sudden, Katie said, "Let's do it, let's just do it!"  And then I made a pot of coffee and launched into a twelve hour writing sprint, while she diddled around and did not.  Then I stayed up till 11 am and wrote so much and she felt like I'd left her behind, got sad, but I had to do it, I had so much writing to do.  We reconnected today, had a good dinner, great sex, and now she's asleep and I'm with the computer again.  I should get back to the novel.  I feel like I'm cheating on it.