Well, made it to the end of November with a total wordcount of 7571. But I did finish a short story, which was my main goal. I was aiming for Baroque but ended up Rococo, so you likely know where I was planning on sending it. It uses the same 80K vocabulary voice as the one about the Sinister Jamaican Groupmind-Forming Biochemistry Professor, and it's written in my favourite style (i.e. in shameful hero-worship of Gene Wolfe). But it started with looking at a stack of old brassbound tiffin boxes Cara Sposa's dad brought back from Pakistan, and a song by Tanita Tikaram.