Even after waking this morning drowning in snot (I’m succumbing to a nasty chest cold), I’ve managed to reach a milestone word count for Dancing the Maypole. It now has 100,589 words. I can’t see the story needing more than 120,000 (I suspect the number will be a lot lower). I’ve never had a book this long so it feels surreal. As usual, I think it needs about four more chapters. I’m now going to go to bed and hope I wake up feeling better in the morning, but I suspect I’ll be hacking and coughing…of course…because one of my sisters is coming next week from America to visit. Isn’t that what always happens when you plan to spend a few weeks having fun? Your immune system laughs (one of those deep evil Jabba the Hut laughs) and down you fall with a nasty bug just when you need to clean the bathroom. Oh well, I’m feeling really happy with the story. I think I may even get some lovely writing done tomorrow in between hacking coughs.