I've taken two days annual leave to tag onto the bank holiday weekend so that I can get this novel completed by the end of Sunday (3rd May).
I'm expecting the first draft to come out at about 95-100k words, but it might be a little more or a little less.
Well, I'm about to hang up my computer mouse at the end of a solid day's writing. It's now 8.20 pm and I've been writing since 10.30 am, with about a couple of hours off at lunchtime and then time off to cook tea, etc and do the domestic bit.
At the beginning of this session today I'd completed just shy of 70k words and my word count now stands at 77,855 words.
I hit a small problem though. Yesterday, my ornithological adviser (thank you, councillor - you know who you are if you read this blog) informed me that the species of cuckoo that the entire book is based upon has never been seen in the British Isles. It is native of South Africa, India and the southern hemisphere.
I was gutted. I'd been putting all my eggs in one basket and the white cuckoo now appeared to be a white elephant.
Isn't it funny how things happen? I've changed the plot ever so slightly to accommodate the elusive Jacobin Cuckoo's very inconsiderate migratory habits and it's now woven a very nice sparkly thread through the entire tapestry of my novel.
Tomorrow (1st May): 85k words
Saturday (2nd May): 92k words
Sometime on Sunday (3rd May): Enter the final full stop with fanfare and a theatrical flourish of the hand.
Monday: I'm having a day off!