Darned allergies, anyway. I am on daily Allegra and have been for years, but at the end of the day, before pill-taking time, sometimes the irritants slip through and ARGH! So my eye hurts.

Week's almost over -- yay! Weekend! Yay! Plans are set for Indian cuisine and movie-going. Probably book-shopping and coffee-drinking, too. The wild life, but I like it.

My novel continues apace. I don't write about my writing. Heck, I don't talk about my writing, but *shrug* -- why not? Habit, probably. Superstition? Nah. Just habit.

At CascadiaCon this year, I found out that an average novel length is about 80,000 words. To which my brain said, "Oh? Well, I'm not even 2/3rds done and I'm almost at twice that." So this tells me I need to chop things up a bit. So I've chopped part one off and am giving it a more complete arc so when it ends, it also has an ending rather than a cliffhanger into part two. I'm nearly done with that. A few weeks should wrap it up, then I can proceed to part two and wrap THAT up and then onto part three and DONE! And then part four which was always supposed to be it's own book anyway. The realization that I had three or four books rather than one in the works, though, was a bit of a shock. A nice shock, as it means I'll actually be able to say "I finished my novel!" much sooner than I thought. For the record, it's a fantasy and quite a dark one, at that.