37 days from the start of this ridiculous, Iditarod-level lunacy.

47, 000 words, with at least another five waiting in elaborative revisionary addenda to concepts and scenes I refused to bog down in the initial process.

Rewrite is next.  Probably will be done rather quickly since I have the core book finished.

Now, I’m having to research what to do with the thing when it’s of sentient value. Because I have no idea. I didn’t actually expect to get this far across the Rubicon.