I’ll keep this brief, as I’m currently fighting off an infection (not Rona) and am low on energy.

Friday last I got home from work, poured a glass of wine, and sat down at about 8.30pm to take a crack at the lengthy climax to Wouldn’t Be Seen Dead Part 2, aka The Spikes Gang. Eight hours, two bottles of wine, and five thousand words later — at 4.30am on Saturday — I finally wrote “THE END.”

It needs a lot of polish, it needs some corrections, it badly needs another draft. But it’s done.

The Lost Girl topped out at 34,971 words, and The Spikes Gang ended at 51,956 words, bringing the entire first draft of Wouldn’t Be Seen Dead to a total of 86,927 words. That’s a lot of intrigue, dialogue, violence, introspection, and thrills.

I’m going to give myself a couple more days to finish this course of antibiotics, then start the next draft of The Spikes Gang before working to combine it all and start perhaps shopping it around to agents.

Stay safe and happy, one and all.