After a few false starts, work resumed on A Time for Dying. Budgeting a few days of percolation proved a sound decision after all. I sliced out two paragraphs which will likely find a home later in the story and charged again. Overall, I like the 16 pages, or roughly 4,700 words.

I’m itching to meet with the rest of The Eight and close the feedback loop on the novel, but they need more time. Can’t exactly complain. Free advice is the best there is. As it stands now — barring disaster — five are on track for a November finish. The first reader delivered ahead of schedule. The remaining two are wild cards, they might make early December, they might not. Only the passing of days will tell.