Now past the halfway mark and I'm close to halfway which means behind, and not a cute one either.
I guess the hysteria kicks in with five days to go, so I'm aiming to have this 'put to bed' - a wonderful phrase - by the 27th. That's providing RL plays ball and I'm not a squidgy pile of straight jacketed angst ridden goo giggling in the corner. Even if RL does play ball the novel might well do the same thing, damn.
It's a stunningly beautiful crisp November day.
I've got to go out and gather wood for the fire, but then I shall be set for a *chortle* write in. Yeah, right.
Thanks to those who comment btw. It's nice to know somebody cares other than the Cats, who always seem to have ulterior motives.