Day 42. 39 pages, 19,359 words.

I’m not entirely certain what we have on the cards for today, but hopefully it’s just hanging out and relaxing a bit more. Another week’s about to start and I’m hoping I’ll get a bit more of everything done.

Nothing much to report, though. Haven’t (as of Friday pre-writing time) gotten an update on the kesämökki but we paid our part of the deal and the sale was meant to be taking place, which brings an end to the whole drama of the kesämökki and the crippling theft-related debt of the previous generation and the this-generation bailout.

Now, I wonder if I’ll have a chance this weekend to collect on the wager my lanttumies and I made some years ago. He’s agreed to pay me in my own books, granting me Amazon points and royalties and allowing me to sell them on or use them for marketing, and fulfils his Amazon pay-threshold obligation so he can review Deadshepherd for me.

It’s convoluted as fuck, but I think it’s a much more elegant answer than him just straight-up giving me €100[1]. Optimum benefits for everyone, especially me – which is only right, as I won the bet.

[1] Or €200. Nobody’s really sure but I think it was €100. We were really drunk.

Ah well. Good times. Last night was great, and I learned my lanttumies got promoted so that was a bit of good news. Didn’t manage to catch him for a pint, because he doesn’t know how to phone. But oh well.