I’m working on rough draft today. My grand total of new November material looks like it’s going to be about sixty-eighty pages. That’s not where I wanted to be by now, but I had a lot of PR and a few personal issues crop up that slowed me way down. Not to mention the first ten days were lost to a quick rewrite to book ten, so I guess I shouldn’t complain. I don’t expect my pace to get any faster for a while, but if I can work smarter, stay focused, I should be able to get back on track. A month of solid writing with no interruptions will get me far. (Dreamer, I’m a dreamer. Something is going to show up. I’m expecting two things, actually, so I’m a hopeless dreamer. -laugh-) But the ideas I’m working with are exciting, and the plot is solidifying. It’s been harder this time because I am constantly thinking forward to the last (?) book, making sure I have everything in line and haven’t painted myself into a corner.
Oh, crap, it’s December tomorrow. How did we get there so fast?