I scoff and sigh at myself. Where does time go I wonder. And why am I not done yet?
This part of the story I'm writing now has grown way out of proportion and I'm just tagging along to se where it goes. While extremely long and tedious to write at moments, the end of this "chapter" is finally closing in. Amazing how a part of a story can evolve from something meant to be a small hint to a major plot. At this point it is two stories in one happening simultaneously. I'm just hoping I can manage to keep it all coherent with all the twists and turns happening. I might be shooting myself in the foot repeatedly, but we'll see
248106 words in total
37 pages of cut out or rewritten material