If I do just carry on adding words, I'm not going to end up with what you'd really define as a novel, by any standards, what with the big plot problems, the characters I've not really introduced yet, and so forth. But, by all accounts, this isn't really the point of NaNoWriMo. The point, it seems to me, is to write 50,000 words of vaguely-related fiction in a singe month (a) to prove to yourself that you can do it, and (b) because that's a much better starting point for producing an actual novel than not having any words at all, just a vague feeling that one day you want to write a book.
Still, note to self: Next year, if you're foolish enough to do this again, try aiming to "finish" a few days early, so you've got some tidying/restructuring/adding time.
My favourite line of the day isn't actually mine; it was stolen from the illustrious Mike Ashton. Still, the ability to shamelessly plagiarise from people you don't think will sue is a useful authorial ability.
I grabbed my menu. “Cool, they do vegetarian.”
“Vegetables,” said Nez, “Are what food eats.”