In retrospect, this challenge was a stupid thing to do.
I think, given a normal month, this wouldn’t have been quite as dire. As it was, I was trying to churn out 2000 words a day while buying a house, moving, unpacking my life, spending three days at a con, Thanksgiving and working working working.
The writing itself has swung wildly from inspiration to sludge to outright falling on my face. I think there’s some good stuff in here, but I’m not letting another person see this till I give it another rewrite … and I’m taking at least a month break from the damn thing.
I have about two scenes left before “THE END” (and some loose ends here and there.) Somewhere in the next 2000 to 6000 words I think I can reasonably call this a book. (In related news, I’m all moved and the house is starting to come together.)
I wont be able to say for sure that it’s done-done (done done done) till I get those words done (done done done done,) but I’ll let you know in the next few days.
*evil laugh … which disintegrates into coughing … and snoring*