It feels like it's just me, battling against the odds, the mighty, much-muscled hero wielding his wireless keyboard.
On Tuesday, the gap between my 'Here' and 'There' markers was around 30 pages, yesterday about 20 and now just over ten. Of couse, during my post-lunch stroll I thought up a major theme that needs incorporating, but that'll be for draft two. But first I must rescue my heroines trapped in a labyrinth, much like her author, as she tries to get from 'Here', about to be killed by nasties, to 'There', the bit were she escapes into the fire of another danger, but luckly in a secion I've finished. A thousand words I have added as a thread through this maze. Another day lost in these twists and turns, I think.
But inexorably, as the hounds bring down the doe, they would nuzzle in every crook and cranny. Their cries like the barking of blood crazed animals.