NaNoWriMo goes apace! This is the first year I've made it longer than two days. Hooray for a meaningless milestone.
I am still in boring lead-up phase. In tomorrow's 1700-word installment, something will happen to damage my protagonist's relatively comfortable little world. On Friday her mom will die, and on Saturday she will attempt to kill herself by going outside the fallout shelter without a gas mask, at which point she will discover that the virus that wiped out all the women twenty years ago is now gone or dormant and she is free to leave. Bum bum baaaaaaaaaaah!
Weirdly, I am really happy with what I've been writing, and I'm trying to keep myself from thinking about maybe trying to get it published when I'm done. That way lies madness.