One hundred and four thousand, eight hundred and twenty five.

Those of you who know me on a certain social networking website will understand the significance of that number. Yes indeed, after eight weeks of what can only be called a marathon, 'the buke' is finally finished, printed and delivered to the aforementioned lit agent. And now we play the waiting game...

A big thanks to MSD for all her help/emotional support/ferrero-rocher, definitely getting top billings in the acknowledgements!

And now I'm off to Tipperary to drink champagne...or beer...or whatever alcoholic beverage I can get my hands on basically. Gotta love christenings.

Can't talk now, I've got a book to write!

Okay yes, I admit, I have been milking it a little bit the last few weeks, the whole 'Yeah-I-suppose-I-can-meet-you-for-a-coffee-but-only-a-quick-one-I-really-should-get-back-to-the-book' thing. But, hey, what's the point of being a struggling writer if you can't rub your hands together in angst and give out about your unobtainable deadline.

And on that note....two weeks? two weeks! i can't possible do it in two weeks, have you any idea how many lunches in Avoca I'd have to miss to achieve that?

Into the groove...

Yes, I have to admit, I actually find myself enjoying the rewriting process at the moment. Don't get me wrong, it's slow (daaaamn slow) and I wonder how I'm going to have the first 35 chapters done by Saturday as promised, but from a Oh-my-god-is-it-any-good? point of view, I would have to say that yes, yes it is.

And what are you doing writing the blog at prime-chapter-writing-time? I hear you ask...Okay, I'm going, I'm going!