Twelve days. One hundred thousand words. The big rewrite begins.
Can I do it? Only with commitment to my task. And lots of caffeine.
I have enough material written to piece the whole thing together, except for the ending. I won't write the last chapter until I'm ready to be done. But everything else is there, in some form or another. It's just a matter of putting it all together.
Rolling up my sleeves. Coffee close at hand. All is quiet at 5 a.m. except the birds outside the door.
Egads, they are loud! All the better to keep me awake.