According to information on the National Novel Writing Month site, I am on target to complete my 50,000-word novel - in 17 days. That sounds quite good if one ignores the fact there are only a dozen days left in November.
As my sister remarked in a text message a couple of days ago, "family trait, needing a deadline".
So indeed it is. I never felt much like a White Knight. Far more Queen in me I suspect - though that may be a topic for another entry. I cannot forget, however, that it was the Red Queen who remarked to Alice;
"A slow sort of country!" said the Queen. "Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!"
And so it would seem I will need to run/write at least a little faster to arrive back at the same spot. I am tempted to respond as Alice did;
"I'd rather not try, please!" said Alice.
However, I shall pick up the pace - if only because I want to see how my characters get out of the trouble they seem to be spiraling into.
To leave off now would be to abandon them. And where's the fun in that?