After much cajoling and canoodling, Danny Hawaii is once again in motion.
Two months ago he was left standing at the bar of a long dead fictional nightclub with one of the other main characters, George Evanescu. After running into a bouncer he was expecting to avoid, Danny Hawaii was a tad shaken AND stirred. So George and him chittered and chattered and drank and stared.
Unfortunately, that's where Danny was frozen in time, two months ago.
The novel decided to take a short hiatus to Tahiti or some other island with no threat of tsunamis. Picture two hundred pages of manuscript kicking back in a hammock, being fed grapes by a couple of Polynesian girls, and you can see why the novel's been away for so long.
The word count at this point had already been pushed past the fateful mark of 50,000, but this doesn't mean there's cause for celebration. It's just another milestone along the way.
Now, today, two months and an infite number of worlds away, the word count has been pushed forth by a glorious sum total of five hundred.
That's FIVE HUNDRED words more.
In that short space of time, Danny has made it from the bar to the men's room, and into a well-lit cubicle within.
What's in the cubicle? Why is Danny in the cubicle? Who else is in the club?
Will we ever find out?
STAY TUNED
Danny Hawaii OUT