Never underestimate the power of pain, and having lying down hurt as much as sitting up. I’ve done an enormous amount of writing, rewriting, and revising today, and only have thirty pages of The Wreck of Heaven‘s manuscript left at this point — and most of those page, I think, are going to get the axe, since I let the book run on too long in the first draft. The end is in sight.
After this I have to type in all those revisions, of course, but that’s minor. I’m so excited. And relieved. I should finish tonight.
