Another 1321 words, two more short scenes, now I think I have three more to go. You know how you’re road-tripping, and you only have x number of miles to go, but you’re getting more and more tired, so even though the distance is getting shorter, it feels like it’s just as long, or longer, and you’re never going to arrive at your destination. Like that. This is the-novel-that-never-ends. A hundred years from now, I will still be on this porch, writing scene after scene after scene. Almost done now, I’ll cry! Just a few more scenes!