Shall I sweat? Hmm...60-100K words between November 10 and January 26th. Since I should have 50000 by November 30th, it sounds kind of doable.
Let's give it a whirl. I'll be working on my paranormal. I'm still not sure I'm willing to admit in public the premise of the novel yet. Heck, I'm barely willing to admit Chivalrous (which I've renamed) talks about both Renn Faires and house rehabbing, and I'm querying the sucker to agents. Maybe later. When I can say it with a straight face. I'll give you a hint: there are no were-rabbits or demonic slugs planned for the novel, or its potential follow-ons.
Though those enormous pointy teeth have some serious romantic potential, no?