Pushed out over 5000 for the first day of NaNoWriMo. I've got 7 backpackers with "Galaxy on a Shoestring" guiding them through the universe. They are currently cavorting on the endless beaches of the naturalist planet Crew Chaeb (which pretty much amounts to wish-fulfillment on this very chilly November night).

Marcel has long since gone to bed while I've been obsessing over word counts. Ah, lovely compost heap. Gotta keep turning the garbage in the soil...