The 50,000th word was the wholly unexciting "I," in the following context:
Of course this was a silly line of thought for me to take, because there WASN'T any sort of monster or vampire or anything in the back room. And I was going to march back there right now and prove it. To myself, and the monsters. Edgar, of course, was going to come with me. He'd defend me if it came to that, wouldn't he? His beak really did look pretty deadly. Even if he wouldn't attack, he could do a good job of looking dangerous and threatening. I'd feel safer, anyway. I mean, who wants to go all alone into a dark, deserted store room in the middle of the night, after hearing a scary noise?
(And of course, there really IS a vampire back in the store room. Of course there is. :D).
I'm not finished with the story yet - there are at least two major scenes I need to write, plus some transitional stuff. But I've passed the big hurdle. I might even be ready to upload on the day they open the site (the 25th, I think)? For now, though, I'm just enjoying the sight of my project goal bar filled all the way to the edge. :)