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FANTASTIC!
I finished all my work early at the office this morning, and rather than find other stuff the day shift had not been arsed to do to fill my last half-hour, got another thousand words done. (I was kind of hoping my boss would come over and demand to know what I was doing, just so I could ill-advisedly say "working on my novel", but with hindsight it's probably better that he didn't). Just done another thousand-odd...
Which means I now have time to go to the pub, then write the last remaining 2,300 words (or thereabouts) tomorrow afternoon after walking the dogs, and I'm finished with a day to spare and may just be able to make it to the Barbemeet on Friday!
w00t!
Still nowhere near the end of the story, mind you, but at least some horrible things have finally started happening. |
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