Right now, I'm kind of organizing my thoughts and figuring out how I'm going to write this next scene, which bears a striking resemblance to watching last night's news. The good news is that I'm full of restlessness and drive to work, which I have not yet been in any of the 80,000 words I have already written on this book. And I have a whole bunch of time still blocked out this week to do it, even if the weekend is going to be a wash due to personal obligations. If my estimations are right, I am seven chapters from the end, and forty-odd pages of those seven chapters are written.
Houseguests starting late next week, and I would really like to be done with the rewrite before then.
I would very much like to be done with this now. Oh, god, book, will you never end?