Finally

Cranked out another 1500 words of book today, and I am DONE. For the afternoon, I mean.

Today I wrote a chapter on the hazards of caveman life, including Primate Unexplained Death Syndrome, or PUDS. I am going to try to come up with a funnier acronym.

Excerpt:

Every so often, we have a problem with a neighboring village. Like the time the people just north of us started blocking the paths to the best areas to forage for dung.

The High Council got together and had meetings, and they decided we had to go to war to protect our dung supply. So they sent out recruiters with the following patriotic message: "Fight for us and possibly survive and be honored for a couple of days and then ignored, or dodge the draft and be pummeled with a big club and turned into stew." And so began the war, also known as Operation Enduring Dung.

Think I'll go play with my tomatoes.