I’m in the home stretch.

Yes, last night I sat down to write. Two hours and eighteen pages later (no, I don’t know how that particular time-bending miracle occurred), I’m a breath away from 40K.

Now, my chapters tend to the 4,500 word count. Assuming I�m aiming for the 50K mark as a finish line (which I�m not � it will end when it ends� so long as there�s a minimum of 50K involved!), that means I have about eleven hundred words for two longish chapters, or three shortish chapters, or two regular chapters and an epilogue, which is looking like the best solution at the moment. And the wonder of it is, the story’s actually at the right point for two chapters to end it at the correct pace.

I’m really stunned that everything seems to be falling into place, because I certainly didn�t plan it. It’s like, er, magic. Or something.

And speaking of magic… only twelve hours until Chamber of Secrets! Before that, though, I have to keep an appointment with my optometrist in the wilds of the West Island, to figure out if my prescription needs updating or whether I just have to wear my glasses full-time now.