So, here I am, on the cusp of the downward straight to the finish line and I’m procrastinating. The heating hasn’t come on and I’m cooooold!

40,000 words down. 10,000 to go and the weekend is opening up before me as a time to get things done. In theory if I sat at it, I could meet the deadline by Sunday night. In reality, I’ll be thrilled with 47,000 words by Monday morning.

Someone remind me, why did I ever think this was a good idea?