Reading a bunch of Faktoj kaj Fantazioj. Feeling rageful but unproductive.
By popular demand, my NaNoWriMo 2003 effort. It hasn't been edited or even completely spell-checked for that matter. I feel the first few chapters to be total crap, and the remaining dozens to be at best partial crap. But it was fun, and the critical thing is that it's a lot of crap, way more than I've ever written in one go before, more than I thought myself capable of producing. And it's sort of a story, even.