quantity, quality
So here's the thing with this year's Nanowrimo: it beat me.

Last year, you see, I won. I wrote something like 52k words in under three weeks. Absolute crap, all of it; the plot meandered and the writing sucked. I could find a worthwhile paragraph in maybe every 2 or 3 thousand words. So I put it away, and I never want to see it again.

This year, I started with high hopes. I liked my storyline, I liked my characters, all was well. I was even writing quality stuff. Two weeks in, I was dreadfully behind. When I tried to catch up, the quality deteriorated.

So I thought: screw this. I'm not going to write crap, and I'm not going to squash the inner editor any longer.

Novel is currently at 30k. Far behind by Nano standards (especially considering that we're well into December), but it's still being written. And, most importantly, I like it. Which is, of course, more important than having a lot of it.

(If you add in the school papers I cowrote during November, though, my productivity quota goes up another 8k.)