The draft one deadline slipped past Christmas and beyond New Year. It’s the problem when you have only your own set dates to run off, you tend to let them fly by.
At least I do.
But we chip away through the delays. The Order For Burning script goes ever more towards the fire finale but I’m throwing all the parts of history in too thick and too fast. Helen Harris hangs herself in the Tollbooth, she’s hardly heard of before this moment so her death currently has little impact.
It’s running the risk of coming up short but luckily I know where I can stretch it a little more, hopefully without it snapping.