At 194k words, I just began the last chapter of Nuevo Mexico.
For some reason, I've been struck with a self-destructive urge to predict when I might be finished. I'll just teeter along this slippery, narrow ledge and say, "By Christmas."
Be forewarned, I'll need a final polish on each book before I submit it to the powers that be. That usually takes a week or two per book. Then everyone can start finding all the errors I've missed.
Ah, well. Home stretch.
