Even if an author does not finish the 50,000 it often gets the creative juices flowing and can lead to surprising twists.
An author sits in the cab of a truck that has seen more years than most human have by the time their children are in grade school. The afternoon sun slants through the trees and lights the surrounding fields with a warm golden glow. A half grown cow tosses its shaggy black head and lowes, sending a fog of glittering breath into the November air. The author's fingers flicker over the keyboard of a laptop in fits and starts as the muse shivers in the cold air.
"Rev it up Sam!" The shout comes from the bulky youth standing next to a man in an oxygen mask beside a yellow barn.
The author sets the laptop to the side of the spacious cab and settles firmly into the drivers seat. A hand reaches out the window to smack the door repeatedly. A brief flurry of hand signals is exchanged with the youth. The powerful engine roars to life and the trailer backs smoothly up to the barn door.
"Laryngitis," the youth explains to the confused farmer as they start to load the hay. "But I can't back a trailer so we both had to come anyway."