Every year, I plan to join the NaNoWriMo thing (you know, where you write 50k words in a month). It's so ideally suited for the middle-grade writer, since that's the length (roughly) of a MG manuscript.
But every year, I bow out. This time, it's because I'm still brewing Linc's third adventure. The outline is almost done... I think I'm taking the slow-and-steady-wins-the-race road for this one--cookin' it slow like a good soup.