It has a beginning, a middle and an end, and I think it holds together well enough to subject it to readers.
It's even funny(possibly), and thrilling (maybe) and dark in spots - or it's awful, but awful is kind of okay at this stage, because I think I'm heading in the right direction, and if that means digging myself out of a whole heap of awfulness, so be it.
And I can go to NZ without feeling too guilty about a week of very little writing.
Now, here is a quick (lame) sketch of one of my favourite scenes in the book. That's the black swan Tuonela, and the squiggly thing on her back is Beth. They've just escaped the mad Script Editors, that ropey thing in the background is one of the ropes that keeps the curtains of the world from closing.
Oh, and here's a bit from the beginning, not the most elegant way to appear in another world:
Beth wasn't in the school auditorium any more, she wasn't anywhere she recognised at all, except on a stage, in a grand theatre, packed to capacity. Her migraine had just jumped up another notch, otherwise, she might have acted differently, demanded an immediate answer. But the world spun around her like a fairground ride. A horrible, dizzying sick-making ride.
Oh, no. Not now!
But there was nothing she could do. The blood drained from her face, and then, in another world, in front of thousands of people, Beth Williams threw up all over the stage.