Dear Alex Ross:
Ur doin it rong.
2232 words today, 8085 words total on "The Red in the Sky is Our Blood," and I have gotten to the climax, through much exposition. Tomorrow and Sunday, I try to get a finished draft, because it's looking in range right now. Monday at the latest.
Because seriously, some of this road needs to get under my boots and like, now.
Currently, I am making bread, being pushed around by the cat, and sitting in my own big chair. That's hard to beat, that is.
Also, via a comment on my reading list, keep those pesky shoggoths out of your pants.
99.5 miles to Lothlorien. We've left the guardroom in Moria, and are climbing.