|Nux Gallica back when kindergarten was a vague notion|
I'm writing a book about a grove of spiked apples that ripen at this time of year.
Today was my self-imposed deadline for having this draft finished.
It's not, but I've done a big rewrite and beefed up this manuscript to 105,000 words!
Now I just need to write the very juiciest parts to finish it up, and then both literally in the story and metaphorically, regarding the book draft itself: It's harvest time.