2258 tonight — the end of one scene, and two complete others. It’s awkward, trying to pretend I’ve already set up who this guy is and why the characters can be confident in the conclusions they’ve just drawn, but for once I care more about finishing the draft than having it make sense. I’ve already backtracked enough to fix stuff that went awry on the first attempt, and I’m tired of it.
I am liking this story well enough, but I would like it far better if it would find a title already. <sigh>
We’re about 3K from the boundary between novelette and novella, with four scenes to go. You do the math.
Stupid neverending novellas. Worst of both worlds, I tell you.