My collaborators keep praising me for my superior writing speed and then beating me to the punch with wondrous new chapters. This amuses me.
Seven is up and Eight is largely drafted. I wish I could be working on the latter as we speak, I know what I want it to say, but I am at work and it is at home. Alas. Regardless, I have hopes for finishing it tonight or tomorrow morning.
After that, it may be a few days before I have time to write much -- I have a houseguest coming on Friday evening and staying through Sunday night, and she will be in town through Tuesday. At the rate everyone else is going, the rest of story will be finished by then, with Paine languishing many chapters behind! Oh well, there are worse things.
Seven is up and Eight is largely drafted. I wish I could be working on the latter as we speak, I know what I want it to say, but I am at work and it is at home. Alas. Regardless, I have hopes for finishing it tonight or tomorrow morning.
After that, it may be a few days before I have time to write much -- I have a houseguest coming on Friday evening and staying through Sunday night, and she will be in town through Tuesday. At the rate everyone else is going, the rest of story will be finished by then, with Paine languishing many chapters behind! Oh well, there are worse things.