For the second year in a row, I "won" Nanowrimo (read: excreted 50,000 words in book-ish form in the month of November).

It's not much to read, but it's something -- something tangible that I can hold in my hand, in fact, as I've already converted this roughest of drafts into a perfect-bound trade-paper tome using a print-on-demand service. And that feels, well, pretty good.