Hey, wouldn't it be great if I vanished for a whole week only to come back and announce that I was over halfway done with the book?

Yep. That would be great.

Update:
As of 6:00 a.m. on 11/17 I have 11,546 words.

Morale:
It should be terrible. And it was. But most of those new words were written in the last two days, so I'm actually feeling okay. I expect to go into panic mode any day now, which can only be a good (read: productive) thing.

Excerpt:

Every city is somehow familiar, even if it's just because the man who walked down the street a minute before her doused himself in the same cologne her prom date used so liberally a dozen years ago.