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and... we're behind
Dammit, life, how dare you get in the way of my wordcount!
Actually, this is 50% the fault of Life and 50% the fault of The System of the World, which combines the inconvenient properties of being FIENDISHLY LONG and being IMMENSELY ADDICTIVE. It's hard to concentrate on my own writing when I am racing towards the conclusion of the Baroque Cycle (and the dawning realisation that I will be compelled to reread Cryptonomicon, which also possesses both of the aforementioned qualities).
Ah well. In the brief periods of time when I am NOT fighting the urge to weep at the fact that I will never, ever, ever be as amazing a writer as Neal Stephenson, my Inception fic is nevertheless duly wandering towards completion -- only two scenes to go, now. I might even manage to keep it under the total wordcount of Quickening Days.