And yes, I am stopping now, and putting this away for at least a month.
50,000th word: “we”. Sentence that put me over the top: “A few last-minute items, before we march out tomorrow.”
And still, after 50,003 words — 37,861 of which were not bonus material — I have no plot. I think the story’s going to start pretty soon now. Maybe. I know how the last book in the series is going to end, but I still don’t have a clue how the first book is going to start. The hazards of embarking on an epic.
I don’t even feel like I have a first draft yet. Just something that sort of explores the outlines of an idea.
But dagnabbit, I’ve got 50,003 words of it!
I think it’s time to drink some celebratory chocolate milk and do some celebratory laundry.