Book of Pain - almost done.

If I had two working arms I'd have finished the novel by now. And if I'd had two working arms I would have trimmed the entire back garden and cleaned out the garage, according to my dear wife who never lets such inconsequentialities as major injury dampen her disapprobation of my constant failings.

   I'll shock her tonight, though. I'm going to wallpaper the entire living room while she's out; just like she's been demanding for nearly a year. That'll show her. We'll soon see who's laughing then.

   Last night, using a pen and paper, I spent about an hour trying to calculate the terminal velocity of an unconscious man. You can see where this is going. I finally settled on about one one and twenty miles per hour at point of impact. Then much later, when I couldn't sleep I watched a Discovery Channel program about - you guessed it. Actually, I wasn't far out.

    I'm up to the 1950's now and my very annoyed hero is about to catch up on today, rather quickly, and hopefully the end of his misery, one way or another.

    Out of sheer boredom I began another painting which I'll finish later because the end of the novel has come to me. I've said that before but as usual with my writing, the end I think of first is almost never the end I finally use. It will work out at about 120,000 thousand words or 450 pages. A little long probably but there's bound to be some rubbish to be erased. I'm quite looking forward to finishing draft 1 because I've just found a terrific ending for Kongomato 2 which is almost finished, anyway but has been on hold for the writing of B/O/Pain.

   So on with the papering. I hope it works out better than last time when I finished it before realising that I'd put the whole lot up - upside down. Beloved absolutely refused to believe that it was meant to be that way.