Been up 24 straight hours, unable to sleep. Can't sleep means can't work. So, can't work at job means must work at home. Writing.
I have nine chapters to go (plus one section that's historical slush filler that may or may not get written so I'm not counting it right now) and I'm DONE.
I'm writing the final denouement scenes. It's all coming together.
Bodycount abnormally high. Angst level through the roof. This book is a bigger cliffhanger than the last one, on every single storyline.
But it's almost done. Then I can set it aside to congeal while I plan to write Inferno in August.
Just the words "Honor is almost done" are like ice cream and air conditioning right now. You have no idea.
Too wired to sleep. Going to write some more. May finish today.