Officially, 0.
Unofficially, I wrote 1800 words of a half-baked attempt to get my brain in the groove. I just can't seem to find a novel-worthy idea to save my life this year. Even got myself some Tarot cards to try randomly generating ideas with and nothing. I figure I'll try again tomorrow; if nothing takes then, I may just sit this year out. (I have a coupon for an online writing course that I may do instead. Maybe my block is because I already have plenty of unedited first drafts and partial stories, and I don't really need to throw one more on the pile of stuff to do Later. Or maybe this year's many irritations and annoyances have drained the inspiration well.)