Work in Progress: Forged in Fire, week twenty seven

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This is the tome that does not end, and it goes on and on my friends…

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That’s how it feels, anyway. This one is going to be a monster — we’ll be north of 100K words when we’re done here.  There are, I think, another four chapters. Perhaps five once all is said and done. So we’ll finish at thirty-five chapters or thereabouts. (I’m working on thirty right now.)

I was hoping to be further along than I am this week. But… well… Mercury went retrograde and all of my home technology decided to go haywire.  We’re talking gas leak in the brand-new dryer  and AC taking an unscheduled vacation in the middle of July.

Now, we’ve been talking about replacing the original to the house (aka 30 year old) AC unit. So when the AC went out, we starting getting estimates for a replacement. And that’s when we found out that they don’t make AC units that will fit in the space where the old one sits. Modern units are all too TALL (funny, I thought modern technology was supposed to be smaller than the older stuff).

So replacing the AC will involve, among other things, demolishing and rebuilding our AC closet.

Needless to say, I’ve been distracted by adulting and other things this week.  I did manage to get some writing done, but not NEARLY as much as I wanted.

I know what happens next. There’s that… and that other thing. There’s the big blowoff, and the big surprise. And the holy crap moment. And… maybe more mountains getting dropped.

And many, many more words.  Which I’ll get on the page starting tomorrow. For now, it’s after 10PM, and I need to get some sleep. I have to wrangle AC contractors first thing tomorrow, so that I CAN word.

This whole adulting gig is overrated.