November 30 is here. Despite Thanksgiving and a preternatural gift for procrastination, I managed to squeak out 50,000 words in November. The book looks like it will be another 25,000, so I’m nowhere near done, and I don’t think the thing is going to be readable until the third draft, but I couldn’t care less right now. It sure feels good to have nailed this word count. Goddamn.
