Comic Con was wonderful. We had a great time. The panels were quite good; the crowd-handling was terrible. We came home exhausted.

The novel is now at 77291 words, which is 2862 more words than I reported on May 21. Slow to the point of embarrassment. I have shifted the meter to 100,000 words, making myself seem even slower. I will slog on.

At least my tomatoes are very happy. I have many flowers on all of them, and small fruits on a couple. This makes me happy, too.

I am still determined to finish this book, edit it, and get it published this year. Keep your fingers crossed for me.