This is Day 21.
I didn't think I would make it this far, especially since I've been on vacation, actually on vacation, since Tuesday.
Being in pain doesn't help quite THAT much, especially when it's less pain and more just general discomfort. Unless somebody decides to punch me in the jaw in the next few days, in which case I'll probably be in tears. Strong, womanly tears, but still tears.
I'm glad I'm holding on though. My...WIP? Can you call something a WIP if you've only started it in your head? I'm sure I'll find people whose answer would be yes, only I am not one of them.
I can't really call it a book or a story either, since it is not yet completed.
(Yes, I am determined to make life difficult for myself.)
So we shall compromise and call it an idea, one with a title: The Pathmaker.
The Pathmaker is morphing into something slightly different than what I started out with. I think I have saved myself a lot of time, work and heartache by working it out in my head first. It went through a medieval incarnation, to an ancient China setting to the current futuristic one.
The final book will have two different time periods, one past and one 'current.' It could almost be a practice work for my magnum opus (yes, I have one, and I'm arrogant enough to call it that), except it doesn't feel like one.