Right now, I’m kicking myself. I’m getting close to finishing the ninth book in a series that will ultimately be fifteen books long. It’s been going really well, everything is coming along as I’d hoped and, if nothing went wrong, I’d be done by the end of next week, somewhere between 130-135k words.

Yeah, that’s until I entirely screwed the pooch and I have no idea how to fix it!

I really, really, really hate writing out of sequence!