I can only hope that this move means Geoff will spend more time with me – old Crasm02 gets lonely don’t you know – but I’m not holding my breath.
The last month has been very hectic with the preparations to move, hence the tardiness of the update. Rest assured that the book is still on track. The last twenty-thousand words come from Brewer, a new narrator, so his tone may be a bit different from the material narrated by Pam included in the previous updates. Here you go:
Total Words to Date: 91,467
Percent complete: 83.2%
Average words per day (this period): 717
Average words per day (total): 855
Quote of the day (month?):
“But when, year after year, that lethal pandemic never arrived, we all stopped believing. We stopped buying hand sanitizer. We didn’t get the flu shot. We sneezed into our hands at our desks and then shook our boss’s hand, hoping, just hoping, that we’d given him something nasty, but we never thought we were passing on anything lethal. The flu became an annoyance. A seasonal allergy. After all, something that could be treated with soup and bed rest couldn’t be a killer, and we all felt kind of foolish for every believing it could.”
- Frozen Jellyfish Blues, Geoffrey W. Cole
