In case that hasn't updated just yet, 50,845 words. I could hardly stop at 50,000 when the story wasn't quite completed, could I? That also makes 71 cups of tea. I changed the story title at the last moment, because I was becoming distressed that it didn't accurately fit the story, and the minor correction to simply 'Flight of the Dove' makes it sound like a Western.
My thanks to all who showed support, it wasn't an easy thing to do and I think I'll be glad to not have a wordcount to meet tomorrow. I'm glad to have written it though. I started with two folded scraps of paper on which I wrote down a dream, three or four years ago. I had no knowledge about airplanes, around which the story revolves, and the denouement was a vague and single sentence. What I've written contains a lot of personal feeling, and I have learned more geography and mechanics this month than I normally would in a year.
It is a rough draft, and if I were to critically look it over I'd probably end up with less than 50k of words, but I think overall it shows promise. I have no intention to put it up online unless I decide that I'm really never going to do any more with it, but I am willing to send it by e-mail to any friends who'd like to read it.
Last night I slept in theliving room. My neck has yet to recover. I just may go take a nap now.