Race to the Finish

November 29th. I have 34 hours to write 6,500 words to have the 50,000 needed to claim I've written a book in a month. It's a bad book, no mistake about that, but it must be done. So a wild cavalier ride for the next day and a half is plan plan. Yes, that plan has flaws too but hell, the only way is forward. Allez Tonto!

Yeah, those flaws. Work is one, and Toddy is an all-nighter to do coverage of an event at Gutshot. So that's tonight out. Then there's an ordinary work day tomorrow, leaving several careful hours in between to write like a fucker and get the job done. It will be close.

But, as instructed, there could be champagne at the end. Time to focus. Be professional. Or at least act it.