About 1:20 pm today, NewBook attempted the “trickling away” ending (which usually means the real ending is some pages back) and sure enough, the real ending was some pages back. It’s found its end. Now comes the chainsaw of correction, the gorilla glue of mending and patching, the jewelers’ rouge for polishing, and weeks more of work, BUT…I’m going to claim mental rehab success at the construction of a whole blinkin’ book following that concussion after which I couldn’t follow the storyline of a children’s book or write more than very short factual posts that made sense. In rough, it’s 132,270 words, but that will shrink with revision. I’m aiming for something well down in the 120s.
R-, bless him, has gone to pick up fried chicken for me to celebrate with. My hand hurts, so I’m not typing more than this today. YAY!