Today I pushed the current draft of The Solitude of the Tentacled Space Monster past the 50,000 word mark.  Granted, nearly all of those words were copying and pasting from an earlier draft with no more editing than some minor name changes, but what the hell.

I admit that I’m still not entirely pleased with this draft so far.  I feel like my POV characters lack focus, and like the plot just sort of drifts along, with no purpose and no point.

Bleah.  Time for bed.