Dire NaNoWriMo Premonitions

I'm pretty much convinced that the time on the Camino de Santiago not spent panting and sweating and dying will consist of me beating myself up about not doing NaNoWriMo AGAIN in 2012. Then, on the last couple days of the trip, I'll think of some fabulous idea for it, come home, adjust back into the stinging swing of a full summer schedule, and promptly forget that flash of inspiration.