So close. So close.

Only 217 pages to go and I'll have finished the second draft or third or whatever number this is.

So much for that "I just have to knit things together and then I can stop for a bit."

Somehow that stopped being true several hundred pages ago and turned into "I've come this far, I might as well see this through to the end."

To be fair, it was probably the right decision.

The timeline should be in order by the end, and all the gaps and holes should be filled in.

Should.

Should.

Should.

Should.

(You know, when you type the same word several times in a row you start questioning if you spelled it correctly even if you know you did. Weird.)