After 912 days, most of it spent wallowing rather than writing, I just typed the final scenes for Rafe Keyn and the Temporal Lisle.
A bit over 60,000 words, making it my longest novel yet. Verbose as I am, you’d think my books would be longer.
There’s still edits and rewrites, but I’m not going to prolong this. Planning on releasing it early summer.
It feels pretty magnificent.