The first draft of my novel, minus five to ten pages with meta-story-stuff, has a wordcount of 51,895 words.
Hurra for me! (And thanks to BA, M., Kornelius and Pauly. Let’s not forget to mention Rachmaninov, Chopin and all the other great musicians I’ve sinked into while writing.)
This is what Douglas Adams has to say:
"He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it."