Came back from Boston with a lovely head cold that made me want to crawl into bed and sleep for a week.
I didn’t though, thank goodness. Instead I pushed myself to hit my word count every day this week, bringing the novel to 75,638 words.
And counting. I still feel like I’m on the tail end of the book, but I have no idea how close to the end I am. I could be another 30,000 words away, I could write through next week and suddenly discover I’m only 10K from the finish.
There’s only one way to know. So, if you’ll excuse me, *sets hard hat on head* *picks up shovel* it’s back to the word mines for me.