Over the past 16 months, I wrote at least 400 pages of fiction every month. That streak came to an end in May, as I turned out 324 pages. I almost wrote "only 324 pages", before I realized what a ridiculous statement that would have been. I'm not foolish enough or obsessive enough to think that that's a bad month. But I'd like to do better, and I need to do better if I'm going to keep up with my deadlines. But in May there were just too many other things going on in real life that needed to be tended to, and I did a lot of plotting and research that took time but didn't produce new pages, and I've also been battling what seems to be a case of tendonitis in my right elbow. I suppose I'll just have to try a little harder in June, and in the meantime be satisfied with knowing that at least I've averaged more than 400 pages per month for the past two-and-a-half years, even if I haven't done that much each and every month.