So I plugged it into my handy dandy spreadsheet. And I discovered that if I write an average of eleven pages a day between now and July 5th, and the draft tops out at 400 pages, I could be done by then.
Aw, fuck. I think my borderline obsessive thing just triggered.
Anybody wants me, I'll be under my rock.
Also, it's beautiful here. Stormlight and cool air. So nice. Supposed to be a beautiful weekend--I need to make sure I get outside some.