Well, almost. I was writing up a storm at the weekend, and racked up just shy of 5k words in 24 hours, breaking the symbolic 180k barrier. A bit longer than I’d hoped, but never mind. I haven’t felt this energised about my writing in a looong time. This is A Good Thing.
Naturally I don’t want to tempt fate by pronouncing a deadline in public. That would be, to quote Pterry, like standing on top of a hill during a thunderstorm, in copper armour, shouting “All gods are bastards!”
But let’s just say that a certain work-in-progress is reaching a conclusion. The orchestra is tuning up, and in her dressing room the Fat Lady is performing her vocal exercises.
Stay tuned.
