Wow!

Actual time to blog.

Naturally it doesn’t correspond with an ability to come up with anything resembling an entertaining post.

Hey, I just hit page 250 of the final draft of my novel. Exactly 103 pages to go of revision… assuming I keep all 103 pages left. Actually, if experience is any guide, it’ll probably morph into even more than 130 pages, as I always seem to be adding material. Which is fine as I want it to come out at 100,000 words. That’s the goal, and between the material I delete and the material I add I do believe it’s going to work out to around that.

Man, I can’t imagine actually finishing the thing.

Gawd I hope I finish the thing.

There are those who don’t believe I will finish it. There are even those who believe that subconsciously I don’t want to finish it, for some bizarre Freudian reason involving fish or something.

Let me just state here and now that I really want to finish it! I want to finish it so badly that I almost can’t stand it when the Go Train pulls into the station each morning and evening. Sometimes the Go Train is delayed en route and I couldn’t be happier! More time to write. Then they clear up whatever problem kept us back and sadly we are on our way again.

(I imagine retiring from my day job someday and attempting to write only to discover that I can only write on the Go Train. So I buy a monthly pass and spend my days traveling back and forth on the Lakeshore line, writing contentedly away.)

And with that my four and a half minutes of available blogging time is all used up. You might think that an entire four and a half minutes should have produced a post infinitely more interesting than a hackneyed update of where I am with the novel…

…but you would be wrong.