I'm still alive, but only 1440 words into the 50,000. It has been slow going at the start and I am not happy with the first chapter. I hope that will all smooth out in the rewrite. Here is the rough, rough, rough first paragraph:
The third watch at Station 30 was known to be chaotic and thrilling, but after a twenty-four hour shift it was close to impossible to think clearly or even function. Sleep was an unknown verb. Relaxation was unheard of. If the crew was lucky, these smoke eaters had enough time to fix a quick bite to eat between calls. That was if they were lucky. Some nights it seemed the calls were neverending. Tonight was no exception, especially with their elusive arsonist reeking havoc through the town.
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