Last Wednesday I turned in chapters 35 - 43 of The Enclave just as my editor was finishing up her line edit on chapters 1 - 34. I have about six or seven (maybe eight... we'll see) to go. I would really, really, really, like to get them done by next Wednesday, but that is probably wishful thinking. And, as I've said before, every time I set down some predicted Time of Completion. It's wrong. Remember that quote of Douglas Adams's I put up awhile back...?
"I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by."
Well, I feel like I'm on a airplane the way the whooshing as become so constant.
Still, the end is in sight. I think.
And now, back to work.