Yesterday was possibly the best writing day, in terms of word count, I've had this year. It's terrifying that this might actually be true. I did 1,582 words and wrote the entirety of the sixth section of Agents of Dreamland. If I could write that much every day, I could be done with this thing in a little more than eight days. I will not be able to write that much every day. And, too, I have the enormous interruption of Necronomicon barreling towards me like an inebriated shuggoth. I shouldn't be going, because I can't spare the time, but Josh Boone and Judy Cairo are making the trip out, so it's going to be a work weekend.
I wish I had more to say in this entry. I don't.