I have written about 25,000 words towards the first draft of my current project, almost all of it since getting out of the psychiatric ward one week ago today. I'd hoped to finish a first draft before returning to work after undergoing treatment for my addiction; given the current waitlist for treatment and my current pace of writing, I'll finish the draft before even getting into treatment. Depending on how quickly various rewrites go, I could finish this novel by the end of the summer. At the absolute latest, I'll likely finish by the end of the year. And then, in the new year, I can start making submissions. Given that the delusional fantasy of becoming a bestselling author is the only source of hope in my life, I'm ambivalent on my chances realistically. The odds are stacked against me, but this novel is shaping up to be my best effort yet.