God, I could do a much better job on this book if I had another year to work on it. I just really figured out what it's about.
On page 402
But there we go, I made it through Ch. 24, as I had hoped. And we're at the crisis point right on time. Everything has officially gone to hell in a handbasket, and now we're on track to spend chapter 25 blowing up every goddamned thing in sight. Then we have poignant decisions and tearful farewells, and I'm calling it a book.
Tomorrow, Ch. 25. Ch. 26 on Monday. Then Tuesday for the denouement and Wednessday for the last pass. By dog!
New words: 2400
Words cut: ~50
Pages edited: 17 (I am on page 408 of 417)
The manuscript stands at: 87,500 words
mean things: thinking you were done with the fight when you weren't even started