And so, the end is near

Have entirely failed to write any fiction in ages - since shortly after Easter, but I've managed to get within touching distance of the end of The Big Project:

163,831 / 160,000 (102.4%)

My guess is about 1500 more words, and I wouldn't have to do those if the contributors to the project had done their part.

H'mm. I owe the good ones emails, I guess.

But... nearly there. I just hope they don't want me to cut.

A couple of heartening pub-related things, but I'll save them.

Ho hum

Among the things spoilt by the Nazis was science fiction.

Those pesky Nazis!

On the other hand, A.N. Wilson isn't entirely slappable because he concludes "Like all the best science fiction, the novel actually says something about ourselves." It could have been worse.