It’s over, but it’s not over.

To be honest I didn’t think I’d get this far, because it takes a lot of effort to syphon time away from everything else I have on my plate.

I wish I was a full time writer.

That sounds like the title to a song, doesn’t it.

But, like everyone else who is trying to manage and juggle everything they have going on, I’m no worse of than just about ever other writer that’s not selling a million books a year.

That would be great, eh? A million books!

One day.

Maybe.

But, this story will continue after the end date, because I’ve made a promise that by the end of the year I would have at the very least a readable draft for them to read (and be critical).

Phew.

Time for some rest, and pick it up tomorrow.

For the record, todays effort produced 2,958 words, for a 30 day total of 78,488 words. That’s 57 chapters out of a planned 99.

Getting there.