47,800+ words, still writing, knee-deep in what may turn out to be the big climax. I will finish this before I sleep tonight. Damn it. I will. Even though, for the fourth year in a row, I’m looking at what I’m writing and thinking, Gods damn it all, will these people shut up? Talk talk talk! Shoot somebody for crying outloud!

Update:  OpenOffice says it‘s 51,429.  www.nanowrimo.org says it’s 51,355.  Either way, I’m done.  So what if the denouement is like a page and a half?  Fuck the denouement.  Fuck it right in its pompous ear.

Who knew I’d ever be asking for Neal Stephenson’s sloppy seconds?