Everyone will be relieved to know that the novel writing is back on track. I'd like to say it was through a Herculean effort on my part, but . . . no wait, that's pretty much true. Although there were no demi-gods involved-at least none that I saw, smelled or heard-just some focus and the motivation of a self-imposed deadline looming over my head like an axe, ready to chop, chop, chop.
So now I'm 75 pages into the story. I estimate it will probably end up around 130 pages, or 70,000(ish) words. My characters are lacking some emotional depth, and they're not bonding like they're supposed to, so I guess it's time to put them through the ringer and see what comes out the other end. Strange how they took control of the story without me realizing it. I can't look weak in front of my other stories (who knows what might happen!) so they'll have to be put in their place. That's this week's goal. Wish me luck, I'm probably going to need it.