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Several folks have asked, including one via PM who doesn't accept return PMs, so I thought I'd provide what information I can about the rest of MoO2. The next chapter, number 26 by my count, is in early beta. Later early beta than it was a couple of weeks ago, so there is progress. Under ideal circumstances, it would be posted in about 3 weeks. In the real world, it will probably be longer, but it's still visible in the distance.
The next chapter, 27, is currently a detailed outline, and I hope to begin the first draft within about a week. If all goes well I'll have it ready for beta around the end of this month.
Beyond that, the rest of the story has a pretty fixed plot because we're nearing the end, so it's just a matter of finding time to work on it. I would really like to finish writing it (if not necessarily posting it) by the end of the calendar year. We'll just have to see how life goes between now and then.
I've sometimes been intrigued when authors post excerpts from upcoming chapters. In the spirit of contrition and progress, here's a tiny bit of MoO2, Chapter 26.
So how do we . . . get it if we . . . can’t . . . Go to the library?
There must be a way. Percy would have gone mad if there weren’t.
Ginny stuffed the note into her pocket and took the stairs to the common room two at a time. Percy was tucked away in a corner working on a very long roll of parchment.
“Percy!”
“Ginny?” he said, looking startled.
“Is there a way to get a library book?”
He frowned. “Of course. Haven’t you used it yet? It’s been weeks.”
“Erm . . . no,” Ginny said. “But I’d like to catch up before our exams.”
His eyebrows rose sceptically, but then he shrugged. “There’s a sheet of parchment over there on the notice board. Write the name of the book you want, and if it’s available it will be delivered to the chair below. If not, you get a note from Madam Pince.”
“Thanks, Percy.”
Without waiting for his questions, she weaved her way across the crowded room to the notice board.
Comments
At least we know its coming.
At least we know its coming. I guess Darkarma and I wasted all that money on pitch forks and burning torches for a march to your home we were planning. (I really need to cut back on eating Altoids. *pops another Altoid in his mouth*)
A fish without a bicycle cannot contemplate his navel.
Anything?
Anything? No pressure. Just curious . . .
It's all down to me
I'm scraping to find time to finish my own editing. I really hope to get it done this weekend so that I can send it off to the brit-pickers.