The draft of chapter 3 is complete today, which means I can have a weekend that is (almost) guilt free listening to music in Victoria Park with people in wellington boots of many colours.
The end feels like it is in sight now. I’m trying to ignore the niggling feeling that my last chapter is the one with the most emphasis on the more fiddly aspects of form and will require hours scribbling nonsensical notes on my copy of Chaotic Angels.
The deadline is 33 days away, or 792 hours.
15616 / 20000 words. 78% done!
What a life....
