Day Twenty-Six: Are Things Coming Together?

At times, it feels like it. This book could end up having a half readable plot... Before I start editing, even! Oh, that's probably false confidence, but it could come together. Right now. Over me.

Someday this week I'm going to have to have another double day. According to my schedule, I'm due to finish writing on Saturday. However, in case you have been on sight in Pluto making sure it really is a planet, the seventh Harry Potter book comes out on Friday night at 12:00 A.M. I will do nothing but read that book from the moment it touches my hand. The apocalypse may come, and the Four Horsemen may be knocking at the door, and the heavens and the hells opening up and spilling all the souls they may contain! I, however, will be in my room, reading, occasionally screaming, "Will ya'll keep it down out there! I understand this is the war to end all wars, but this is the Deathly Hallows, here! Good grief..."

Thus. This book, for better or worse, will be done by Friday. WHOA. What an interesting sentence. I like it.

Daily Goal: 2500

Today's Word Count: 2538 (by the skin of my teeth)

Surplus/Deficit: 38

J.W.B.: 3791

"False peak. A phrase said with venom by hikers and mountaineers across the globe. It sounded so innocuous when he first heard it. Rowing crew his freshman year, the team practiced on Stone Mountain lake, a little under 30 minutes from Emory’s campus. Josh, their third year law student coach, brought them to the foot of the mountain days after they did not row well enough to his liking.
“Hey, if you guys don’t feel like rowing, we don’t have to row!” he said one day in the van on the way up to the lake. The mutinous attitude in the vehicle began to lift. Scents of freedom and rest wafted through the van.
“Really?” one of his boat mates said, the anxiousness in his voice almost palpable. “That’d be awesome, I have so much homework due this week, I…”
Everyone began to buzz about what they were going to do with their free afternoon. Sleep, catch up on work, run by that cute girl’s dorm room and see if she was around (and see what she was wearing. That girl wore some crazy shit around the dorms!). The cheerfulness sank out of the long van as Coach Josh drove past the exit they thought he was going to turn around on.
“Josh, I thought you were-“ Doug started, but Josh cut him off.
“Oh we’re not going back,” Josh said, grinning from ear to ear. “No, all I said was we aren’t rowing today. I’ve got something in mind for ya’ll.”
That something was running up Stone Mountain. Hiking the peak is not incredibly easy, though it was not too hard for young guys in shape as they were. But running? As they started off, trudging up the mountain, their coach called out for them, “I’ll buy dinner for whoever tells me how many false peaks there are!”