Surprising no-one, this isn't going to be done in another 3,000 words. But at this point, I just have to get everybody to the site of the climactic space battle, and get the climactic space battle to happen, and then there's some other stuff, and some denouement. I might be done in another 10,000 words. That's the plan, anyway.
It's not getting finished before Friday, either, I don't think, since try as I might I can't seem to get the damned thing to start rolling downhill and dragging me along behind it. It's been level-and-fulcrum work the whole way: It's going, and it's solid, but it could be a bit less hard.
Oh well. It's going. And that's what matters.
And it feels like a good book. It feels fun and playful and sharp, and there keep being bits of narration or dialogue that make me smirk while I'm writing them. That's always a good sign.
A lot of it is Karen's voice. My favorite sentence of hers today: "I don't know if it was the colors on his airship and his uniform that made me think Mister Captain Minneapolis Colony If That Was His Real Name Which I Doubt might be sympathetic, but I remembered Priya pointing them out, and that they'd made her homesick."
She's as much fun to write as Jenny was. She just doesn't run off at the mouth quite so much. More's the pity.