I'm writing nano. Shock fucking horror, seriously. I'm at about 80k. I think I'm trying to plow all my mounting depression into it. Which kinda works, because right now one of my characters is having a bit of a metal breakdown, as you do, so it's delightfully cathartic. I'm still waiting for the day I don't write my best things about heart destroying loss. I am always reminded of the phrase "don't make that face - if the wind changes it'll stick like that". I think the wind changed. Maybe I'm stuck like that.