were we the belly of the beast or the sword that fell?
Zeno's novel is in full force. I have written 16,800 words since Sunday, and I'm just about to OD on overly sweet multi-shot espresso drinks and get back at it, and I feel like the end of the damned book just gets further and further away.
I will not be done by Friday. But I may still pull off the next-week deadline if I manage to stay knuckled down. (I am taking Saturday off to give my brain and hands a break.)
In lieu of content, here are the songs I have been listening to obsessively while working this week.