I've had some time to calm down, think incessantly about everything, analyse it to death, bring in experts to interpret everything written between the lines, read advice from friends, and have arrived at this sole conclusion: I'm an idiot.
That was a joke.
Actually, I'm tired and sleep-deprived. But, thanks to the advice of some caring friends, have decided that even if I have nothing but a piece of shite on November 30, at least I'll have something I can revise and re-work.
Thanks all. Later tonight, I play catch-up and will comment on progress tomorrow.