Kee. Rist.

I was right.

There weren't any good stopping points between the start of the explosions and the end of them.

6299 words later, all I've got left in Act Five is the denoument. Plus -- as before -- two dreams, two flashbacks, and an epilogue.

You'd think I would take tomorrow off, but you would be wrong.



Authorial sadism: You know what? There wasn't any. Which isn't to say nobody suffered. But no sadism.

LBR quota: As the icon says -- concurrent.



Edited to add: BTW, cancel that thunderstorm. I don't need it anymore.

two things that amused me last night

I did not want to stop writing long enough to invent names for the two random knights guarding Invidiana, which resulted in the insertion of [Sir Whoever] and [Sir Whoever2] into the story.

I did, however, pause to look something up. 'Twasn't the looking up that amused me; it was that in the middle of the Exciting! Climax! of the Book!, the information I needed had to do with a Renaissance dance maneuver.

You'll understand when you get there, folks. Sometimes, when stuff is blowing up around you, the only answer is to dance.