I posted a bit ago about one of my partners and I sequestering ourselves in a cabin in the wilds of rural Washington for six weeks to write a book about polyamory.
Six weeks ended up turning into seven, and, naturally, the first draft still isn't finished. (I had no idea that it'd be quite this much work!) The first half of it has gone to our early reviewers and is slated to go to the editors next week, and we're scrambling to finish the second half; we were supposed to get it back from the editors and start working on the second draft by the first week in January. Whew!
The good news is we're 128,000 words into our 125,000-word goal. The bad news is there's still seven chapters left to finish, two of which have barely been started.
So all that means I'm likely to be scarce again for a while, as I'll be head-down trying to get this first draft out the door. Wish me luck!
Next time someone offers me a book deal, I think I'll go to work in a coal mine instead. It's less work.
