Since I finished my NaNo, that means it's officially December. But I looked all over my house yesterday for my Trans-Siberian Orchestra cds and I CAN'T FIND THEM, which means until I do, Christmas won't happen. I'll have to work on that.
I've decided that I like my novel, even though it is retarded, and I'm going to "publish" it by releasing it in one-month, zine-like installments over the course of next year. That way, I can edit it a little bit at a time over the course of a year. I'll probably sell each "issue" for a buck a piece, and offer "subscriptions" for $8.50 or something, so that I can get back money from printing and shipping. So if you've been dying to know what the crap I've been writing about all month, you'll find out in January!
HINT: It involves omlettes, llamas, and pixie stix.