Struggle for the last 10K

Here is a bad sign for success:

"Don't fret, gentleman. I'm not here to detain you," he said, "just to give you an overly convenient update. This story will end in about nine thousand words, give or take a hundred or so. Dreamhats are apparently failing all across the island. Nobody can access the Lucid. The Wasters have decided to take up shop in the Factory, hoping The Sphere will take them away from all this pain and sorrow. The arm of The Man In The Sea was observed moving and might be able to pull the giant humanoid robot hell bent on destroying us all within a few hours."

That's the equivalent of having the chorus come in during the stageplay and explain everything you can't see because they can't ... well, cram it on stage. Of course, there's no excuse for this in novel form. I don't have a prop budget to worry about or anything. It's just easier to cobble ideas down succicntly and moved on. Earlier this morning, I penned this beauty:

Elsewhere
...Some stuff happens...

Now that is pulitizer material!

Thing is - I really want to wind down and get to the finish line at this point. There is so much wrong with Sunset from a narrative and literary point of view that quality is simply not a factor anymore. I have a few scenes which are stuck in my head and I mostly just want to play them out. Problem is - I think these scenes will only account for about half of the remaining total, maybe 6k at most.

Now there are plot gaps the great Gonzo wouldn't dare try and drive past - and they could swallow up the rest quite easily. But i don't know what they look like or how they interconnect. And with an out of town guest this weekend and Thanksgiving next weekend - EEK

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