On August 9th, I’m taking a trip to Dallas.
My current pace of work puts me neck-deep in the Giant ‘Splody that is the end of the book right around the time I’m supposed to be out of town. While this is what I have a laptop for, those are not the ideal conditions under which to be finishing a novel.
Nor is it ideal to take a lengthy break from writing said novel while in the middle of the Giant ‘Splody.
To this awkwardness, I can see only one solution:
Finish the book before I go.
. . . which I think I can do. Maybe. It will mean I’m even more head-munched over the next two weeks than I would be otherwise, but the bright side is, I could then relax while in Dallas, take a break, and come back refreshed to polish it up and get it to my editor. These are Good Things. But they are Good Things that would require me to work at something like pace-and-a-half to double-pace from now through August 8th.
I think I can do it. Maybe.
I’m going to give it a shot. (Yoda, get out of my head.) I know almost everything that lies between me and the end of the book, which is the usual metric for whether or not I can safely speed up. This should be feasible, right?
If you don’t hear from me again, please come find my headless corpse in my office and give it proper burial.