In a jack kerouac fit of furry, I just wrote a book. Granted, I've been working on it for about two years and it needs to be edited, designed, etc.

What a sense of accomplishment: I got all my complete ideas down, and in the process of being edited.

Holy shit--Two years of work finally has transpired into something tangible. Granted, its nowhere near being completed but a rough draft is a helluva lot closer to done than an idea in my brain.