I have technically won NaNoWriMo for this year. I broke 50,000 words, on track to hit at least 80,000 by the end of the month.
80,000 is a novel.
This is not impressive, because I tend to write a lot more than that in a month; usually it's spread out over multiple projects. Aside from daily blogging, this manuscript is the only thing I've been working on this month, so theoretically I should be damn near done.
Not even close.
I don't want it to suck, so I'm taking my time.
Spoiler: it might suck anyway.
That's why God invented rewrites. And editors. And more rewrites. And booze.