It is past midnight.  I am Sitting on a rickety bunk inside a mosquito-infested cabin in the middle of the woods, wrapped in my fluffy, blue blanket and sipping chamomile tea from a smelly tin cup, while penning my novel on a yellow steno pad by flashlight.     Okay, not really.  Camp NaNoWriMo is a virtual camp, so I am actually sitting at my office desk in broad daylight, staring at my computer.  The sun is shining, the clock is ticking, I've got plenty of work to keep my fingers tapping on my