We're now at 27,779 words. I'm not sure how many of those I've written so far today -- about 3000, I think. My fingers are starting to ache, so it's time to take a break -- watch some tv, maybe cook a curry. Guests for dinner tonight -- Michael M. (of the Chicago math grad contingent) and his friend Anjali (whom I just met last night, and who is writing a deal-with-the-devil novel set in 19th c. France). Anjali has a journalism degree from Northwestern and is looking for freelance gigs to help support her novel-writing, so if y'all know anything, send me a note, okay?
Owie owie fingers ouch.