Writing Until Your Brain Hurts

Today it became clear to me that my cyberpunk short story is going to have to be a novella. I wrote a scene in which my main character got to trash the one thing she loved most: her boat. It was fun. Her drunken abandon came out really well, I think.

I broke 10,000 words, then 11,000, and not I am sitting at 12,776. I've got a good  four or five more scenes to write before I can really pay off on the conclusion of the story. I've got my fingers crossed for finishing it in less than 30 more pages. At this rate, I am probably looking at 20,000 words total. Here's my favorite line that I wrote today:

"Blanch held a suitcase in one hand, the oblong key in the other, standing on the doorstep of everything while the lapping of water on dock-posts softly serenaded her. She squeezed the electronic key until the steel plated corners bit into her palm, and then loosened her vice grip. It hurt, sure, but it felt curious. Everything felt curious."