So at around I think 9:30? last night, I earned the right to run around in circles with my fists in the air, yelling "WOOOOOOOOOOO" at the top of my lungs until someone beans me with a coaster and I get asked to leave. I didn't, mostly because a) I can't actually run, and b) I wanted to finish my sandwich. But my point still stands!
Fifty thousand five hundred and eight-five Fifty-two thousand, four hundred and ten words, baby! (The Jack crossed the line over the weekend -- yay!)
The most fun part is that with six-point-five-ish chapters to go, I don't have to call it a night just yet! (And that's 6.5 yet to be written -- there's another nine to be published. You lucky readers, you.)