Over 4000 words today, putting Not Flesh Nor Feathers at:
37,024 / 100,000
I’ve got some errands to run now, or I’d probably keep going. Tonight, I’m going to hole up with TWOTMB. Having duly assaulted that manusript with my Editorial Love Hatchet, I must now approach it with more delicate tools – possibly my Linguistic Pick Axe of Affection and my Sweet Medium Grit File of Fine Tuning. Eventually, I’ll work my way down to the Lint Roll of Sweetness and Light, and the Polishing Shammy of Exquisite Perfection.
You get the general idea.