A 50k word novel? I got a 80k+ word novel lined up:

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Greg carefully adjusted his new silken tie as he waited for the elevator to arrive. He had an important meeting today and he was running a bit late. As the doors opened a soft, female voice announed that this elevator was going up. Greg felt the same way. His life had definitely taken a turn for the better the last few weeks, and this meeting would make sure it would stay that way.

Just as the doors were closing, someone yelled out "Hold the elevator!" It was Joe, the janitor. He was a friendly type of fellow but his constant chatter made Greg avoid him if he could. This time he couldn't, though, as Joe got to the elevator just in time to force the doors open.

Unavoidably, Joe started filling Greg in on everything he'd done since the last time he'd managed to corner Greg for a chat. Last week he'd visited his nephew - Joe didn't have any kids of his own, something Greg found strangely reassuring - and he'd had a "grand time". That was one of Joe's favourite expressions, having a grand time. Eating a particullary good sandwich qualified as having a "grand time" in Joe's rather dull and boring world.

"Hey! Do you want to hear this joke Eric told me?" asked Greg, not waiting for an answer. Eric was Joe's nephew and as far as Greg could tell from Joe's stories, a rather strange kid. "Well, it goes like this," Joe said and wrinkled his forehead in concentration.

"Asione, asitwo, asithree, asifour, asi .." Joe was suddenly cut off by a loud clang and a flickering of the lights. The elevator jerked to a halt as the red emergency light went on. "Asifour, asifive, asisix" Joe continued as if the elevator being stuck was of no consequence. "Asiseven, asieight, and, wait for it," Joe was almost bursting, "asinine!" Greg thought Joe looked slightly mad with the red emergency light reflected in his wide-open, expecting eyes.

Greg wasn't really amused by the "joke", and would much prefer to get the elevator going again so that he could get out of here. Even his important meeting seemed less important now than getting out of this small box. It was almost as if the walls were moving ever so slowly towards him. Joe was definitely hovering closer and closer as he waited, impatiently, for a reaction from Greg.

"Um, yes, that was a good one," Greg muttered, "it has a certain ironic twist to it". Joe's brow furrowed as he tried to understand the last part, but quickly shrugged it off as unimportant. He didn't have the time to ponder what Greg might have meant as he had another joke, one he'd made himself and one that he was quite proud of. He hadn't really understood the first joke until Eric had told him that "asinine" was a word, and he'd still been thinkning about it when they were playing a tabletop game a little later.

"You want to hear another joke?" he asked Greg excitedly. Greg was busy pressing the buttons and halfheartedly replied "sure, why not", thinking to himself that Joe, as the janitor, ought to get them out of this situation.

"Ok, here goes," Joe said, "Warhammer one, warhammer two, warhammer three, warhammer four .."
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And so on and so forth for a while. I could make it shorter by letting Greg kill Joe after, say, "Warhammer ten-thousand-two-hundred-and-forty-eight" and then finish off the novel with Greg being interviewed by a police detective, going through it all word by word..

Got my first day's writing done. It's definitely not great, but that's mostly the dialog. I should have the characters speaking like themselves towards the end.

I had no idea that it took that long to create dialog.

My goal this year is is at least twenty five thousand words because of school, life, and other writing projects are taking up my time.

I know what you mean, I have a bit of anxiety because I'm so over committed. I've got work and volunteering for 12 hours a week, writing this novel on top of which I'm trying to learn Mandarin for a possible job next year and the application related to said job.

I should be able to get that all done, but I'm pretty much not going to have any life at all this month.

Same here, although I have very little social life to start with so..meh. :P

I tend to be sort of at the lowest priority from all my friends, so I tend to spend a lot of time on things like this.

2800 words so far. Need to keep writing!

How are the rest of you all doing with your word count?

1750 or there abouts. What I need to do is set a little bit of time before I start right today to get the characters down more fully. I spent a lot of time yesterday trying to do that simulataneous to writing.

The writing I have so far is crap, but I have enough plot so far that I shouldn't have to completely rewrite it in December though.

I had decided not to do this but I have some ideas in my head so I'm going to start and hope I'm able to finish.

I am not officially doing it, just going along for the ride so I'll tell yo mine.

Basically it follows young man who is mechanically and genetically augmented that it stuck in a underground city that is in midst of a civil war between purist, mehanical augmention supporters, genetic augmentation supporters, and secrect pre apocalypse society called DOGS, as he tried to find out why he is being hunted all four factions.

Basically the plot line will be following what the man was and if he is still is who he was and where he truly stands. A character portait and analyst of some sort.

Sounds like Deus Ex. And underground cities are always cool.
I can't explain mine, because the plot isn't really defined.

Every monster ever exists when I want them to, and so do robots. Two characters basically repeat what happened in the book Frankenstein and create a demon and a robot, and only one of them goes mad. Dracula is in it and needs killing because he wasn't killed good enough last time. Dracula, the book, was also a non-fiction memoir of Bram Stoker, for whom Van Helsing was a literary avatar. He is in the book, as well, being accidentally reanimated by some dimensional nonsense. In couple days, I will be writing in Sherlock Holmes to help track down the demon, Dracula, and the rest of the monsters, etc, etc.

I'm writing my Bill O'Rielly style--"We'll do it live!"--so I couldn't give you much of the plot in advance because I don't really know.

Um: military steampunkish fantasy where a newly-forged empire finds that its emperor has been killed and the next in line to the throne manages to escape his execution and now needs to try to organize the army, put down the rebellion, and restore order to the empire before it crumbles entirely. Half a continent away, his newlywed wife (and sister to the deceased emperor) finds herself a target in this succession war, and she is not amused at all.

EDIT: I'm trusting on a decade's experience as a DM to help me BS my way through the whole thing. We'll see how it goes.

After 3 false starts I have a story I think I can work with, using the classic staple of a PI, set in a sudo 1920's future (deco punk) and how he uses a Hamster with a modified brain to solve crimes.

The delay means that I'm only at 1.3K but most of that was written this morning on the train.

Like DMTrev I hope my years as a DM will come to my aid and let me finish this year.

Good luck to all

Lots of potential stories to make up with that premise! I figure if you're doing it Bill O'Reilly style, it's best to have a giant, epic sounding plot like that, so you can make lots of stuff up and add to it.