Hmm... this is the one thousand, one hundred and one-ty one-th post.
It's also late in the evening, and I'm tired. I have six and a half days to go to finish the book; taking into consideration that writing will probably not be happening while babysitting two small, excitable children; five and a half if I count the afternoons lost to work - which I don't because I can catch up if the story goes well.
And at this stage of the game, it's a very big 'if'. I paused tonight because I'm not entirely sure of what happens next - always a bad place to be.
I guess with a good night's sleep and no football to distract me, I might come up with something nifty. If not...