I'm up to 46,000 words now. My characters are on their way north at the moment. They're in Newcastle. I'm trying to use real places, but it's twenty years in the future, so I can take liberties.
I'm not sure how far they'll get - I can only wait for them to let me know. It's strange, the characters really do take on a life of their own. I set an overall plot and local objectives, but it's better to let them work out what they want to do. Or maybe it's me that's strange ...
