I've got 7282 words now - this story is racing out of my head faster than a metaphor I can't think of right now because all of my words are being sucked out of my head by this novel.
I won't be posting it here - this is something I want to get published, like actually published, some day, so no peeksies. And for those of you dying to know what happens with The Nondescript Man, well, I'll post the rest of that story soon, probably. But that's just a bit of silliness.
Oh, and forget about Ark Ship for a while - that rewrite is on hold until after Nano, and then I might just turn it into a novel. I'm on a roll, baby.
Like Kramer said, in that one episode of Seinfeld, "Oh, I'm percolating, Jerry. I'm telling you, I have never felt so fertile. I'm mossy, Jerry. My brain is mossy."