10th November

Ta-daaaaa. 50k has been reached! I've taken it nice and easy, with a few simple 2-3k days, and one day of writing nothing at all. Bwaha. I started to lose interest in my novel, added a couple of new characters, and BAM! It's all going well again.

I don't have much else to say, really. I'm feeling pretty chuffed, even despite how long it's taken me. XD I want to finish this novel now, damnit! :D

Any how.

50,000th word: Leo. (How boooooring. But fitting, no?)

Sentence: “Arabella...” Leo shook his head again and wiped his palms against his shirt.

Scene? Ah, here's a sneak peak! Warning: THERE BE SPOILERS AHEAD.

Jemima nodded and reached out for Leo’s hand. “He was the one who wanted to talk to me,” she said. “But he left me with two other men. Gunner - and the... scientist.”
    

“Well, this Lemington is a scientist. He’s mad.”
    

“Doctor-”
   

“I’m sure it’s a long story, not worth delving into now.” Leo shook his head to clear the smoky whirls that were curling up from his cigarette. “The letter, though, was written by your father, Jemima. It’s clear that they are on familiar terms, although I’m not sure exactly what their relationship might be. There wasn’t the entire letter - and my memory is a little foggy.” He massaged his temples, and then looked up. His eyes were narrowed, and his jaw was tense again. “It was serious though,” he said determinedly. “That much was clear. It spoke about secrecy and subterfuge. I really...” He took another drag from his cigarette, and then clicked his fingers animatedly. “Yes! It said: The city will drown.” Suddenly his excitement was lost. He frowned again.
   

“Oh my god...” Arabella couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her fingers, holding onto the cigarette for dear life, began to tremble just at the prospects of what this idea suggested. “You mean... sabotage?”
    

“Pop’s going to try and destroy Glory?” Jemima couldn’t hold back her tears. “Why?” She flung herself onto Arabella, taking her by surprised, and buried her face in the older woman’s dress. Her tears were hot, even through the fabric, and made Arabella feel even less steady.
    

“Do you think it was literal, Leo? Oh, please...”
    

“I don’t know.” He ran a hand through his hair, and shook his head. “I don’t think there’s any way of telling. I don’t know what to do, where to go from here. Things are so different down here than they are back home. In London. We have police that don’t report everything on the evening news-”
    

“Things are different down here because they have to be.” Arabella stubbed her cigarette out against a burnt patch of the wood floor by her right knee. “We’re a nation made of working class and politicians. We have nothing in between. We never had to.”
    

“It’s a city of glass, Arabella,” Leo murmured. “How the hell are we going to survive down here?”

Words written today: 4,779

Word count: 50,131