I finished the god-damned pony express story I've been working on since Winter. In draft, at least. And it's a novelette, damn it to hell (because nothing's more marketable than an 8K deal with the devil story, yes sirree). But it's also the first piece of short fiction I've finished in six months, and in fact the first piece of new writing I've finished in six months.
It's really a relief to remember how to finish things. I was starting to worry that I had broken something.