So. If you have been paying attention, you will see I am a little less than 10,000 words away from the 80,000 words I said it would take me to finish.
The problem is that, like an accordion, or maybe a snake, or an accordion made of snakes, the end point of my B.I.P. seems to be stretching away from me. Not ludicrously far, but I think I'll need an extra 5 to 10,000 words to tell the story I'm trying to tell.
I'm trying very hard to make the deadline, and I'm writing everyday, but there is the possibility I will not make it.