I am happy to report that, as of about five minutes ago, I just passed 100,000 words on the second draft.
Work is underway. Book Three is ticking along and I’m about just going to make my deadline. Maybe. It’s going to be neck and neck. I’ve got seventeen days and another fifty to seventy thousand words to get through. I think I can do it.
I could do it easy if that’s all I was doing. However, the majority of this book was written, as Bradbury would have it, long after midnight. I should be thankful that I didn’t have to do it on a dime-for-every-ten-minutes typewriter in the basement of the library.
Enough of that, then. I’ve got to get back to the kids having breakfast in The Elephant House. Pretty soon they’re going to get up and, as the shaggy man advised, use the other door to leave.
And then, it’s time to bargain with Edgar.