So I must mark my achievements. Thousands of words - over fifty thousand to be precise. Lots of beautiful memories. And, to exonerate myself a little, I have spent the last three weeks editing rubbish bits rather than writing new bits. So ultimately the book is better for it - God willing!
In fact, the only truly new bit of writing to do is the final chapter, which is lurking around in my mind, pulling strings together, wrapping up the present and finally gifting the completed book.
So now there is a Christmas deadline looming instead. Perhaps by then there'll be a more positive outcome for the hours hunched in front of the computer - or maybe I'll copy-and-paste this entry...