For anyone keeping track, I am over 63,000 words into my latest novel, Sand and Bones, with about four scenes still to write. No monster on the page yet, with the exception of the icky cult leader.
I had hoped to finish writing in May but it looks like July’s Camp NaNoWriMo will be spent finishing the manuscript REALLY, TRULY this time. Then onto revisions.
And yet there’s this side project that’s starting to yank at me, diverting attention away from Sand and Bones. I blame Sparky McTrowell and Erasmus Drake.