Twelve thousand words left

So, I don’t know … The utter devastation of America didn’t take as long as I thought it would, and now I have twelve thousand words to fill convincing the dragons they shouldn’t finish the job, covering their motivations for doing it, and then … maybe … working to fix what their fiery reign has wrought.

I don’t know how it’s going to go, frankly. What if I get to the end of my story and it’s only 45,000 words long? Do I write 5,000 words “About the Author”?

Sigh.

I better get to work, I guess. No doubt there will be little time for typing amidst the eating and familial … family-stuff tomorrow.