Stuck at 109,000 words (rounded) on the current novel due to Toddlerus Interuptus. I am dead serious and not exagerating when I say it was easier to write in a third-world warzone with weekly bouts of incoming, power outages, internet crashes, dust everywhere, and 12+ hour shifts 6 days a week than it has been as a stay-at-home dad with a toddler. There's something telling there, and it should give people significant respect for housewives and single mothers
That being said, I have the rest of the book fairly well mapped out, several scenes written ahead of time ready to insert, I just need to bridge the gaps between them. If I am not up to 150k words by September, though, I need my butt kicked.
