Total words: 54,400.
Reason for stopping: I have finished chapter thirteen. Now is the time of sleeping.
Music: an awful lot of Glee, really.
The cats: Lilly, on the bed, Thomas, on the orange tree; others, unknown.
If I did not have a bedtime enforced by biology and my need to get up at five o'clock tomorrow morning to go to work, I would have broken two hundred manuscript pages tonight. Since I have this thing, I have stopped at the end of the chapter, which should make the Machete Squad happy. They get a little cranky when I drop eight chapters on them in a single fell swoop. Something about the way where I still expect my comments just as fast...
This was a pretty easy chunk to write, and the next chunk is likely to be the same, since it has characters I adore (and am pretty good at writing for), fun things to do, and lots of running down corridors (which Doctor Who has taught me is a necessary part of all stories). I'm starting to feel pretty darn good about this book. Better yet, I have this entire weekend to work, with the exception of a few podcasts and a trip to the Farmer's Market on Saturday.
Life is good. Goodnight, world.