I was right.
There weren’t any good stopping points between the start of the explosions and the end of them.
6299 words later, all I’ve got left in Act Five is the denoument. Plus — as before — two dreams, two flashbacks, and an epilogue.
You’d think I would take tomorrow off, but you would be wrong.
Authorial sadism: You know what? There wasn’t any. Which isn’t to say nobody suffered. But no sadism.
LBR quota: As the icon says — concurrent.
Edited to add: BTW, cancel that thunderstorm. I don’t need it anymore.