In 2006, I “won” NaNoWriMo by writing a novel of more than 50 000 words in 30 days.  Not exactly an amazing accomplishment, but still not something that just happens.

I spent most of today reading it.  It was not quite finished, although only the finishing scene is missing.

I found it hilarious, especially for the first dozen chapters.  The humor faded a bit over time, and there is a stretch of pure filler that needs a complete rewrite.  But the verbal humor in the first half is fully comparable to some stuff I have paid good money for.  Of course, I have the benefit of knowing my own sense of humor .  Nobody has quite the same, probably, just like with fingerprints.

The disturbing part is that I really doubt I could have done this now.  Even three years ago, I had more humor and more sense of human interaction than I have today.