And currently, I have 11,000 words of mostly just people standing around talking about how screwed they are.
I wonder if I can pull off an entire book of that:.
"Hey, Jock. We're buggered, dontcha know?"
"Yeah, Chris, I hear those other guys are really fucked as well."
"Fuck this for a lark."
"Let's go bowling."
--exeunt, pursued by a Bear--
Actually, despite the day kind of getting away from me, I got 1350 words and a complete scene today, even if it is just people talking about how buggered they are. (And how did sex get to be a metaphor for unpleasantness, anyway?)
And I figured out where and how the book ends, which is always a very good sign.