38,237 words and still counting. I just wrapped up chapter seventeen. Only three (maybe four) more chapters to go. The word count looks a little low, but thats what revising is for. You’re not truly a writer until you start writing a story for the SECOND time. Admittedly, I missed my Thanks Giving deadline, but that’s okay. Now I’m giving myself until the new year. That should be plenty of time. Worst case scenario, I’ll hole myself up for a day or two and get the damn thing out already. This story will be done soon. I have too many other ideas rattling around my maraca of a head. Then after a month or two, I’ll go back to the manuscript and start again. Such is the life of a writer.