And here we are on the first day of the last month of 2013. We have rain, not the day the weather prognosticators promised us. I was going to go OUT THERE, but in this weather there seems little fucking point. Especially given how far behind I am on work. I may have broken my own record for being behind. Okay, well probably not. After all, The Drowning Girl: A Memoir was delivered about a year late, if we decide tardiness based on so arbitrary a thing as a contract. But I am, nonetheless, terribly behind. I'd planned to have Cherry Bomb finished by the middle of the summer. I failed to take into account how disruptive the trip to New Orleans for be. So, by my own reckoning, Cherry Bomb should have been finished four months ago. But I am not late in the sense that I've asked for an extension or anything. I had to get two with The Drowning Girl: A Memoir.
Yesterday I wrote a very respectable 1,537 words on the fourth chapter of what I sincerely hope is the final Siobhan Quinn book I ever agree to write. I am now approximately 31,693 words from THE END.