After a nearly one month hiatus, I picked up work on Alex again tonight. Got five pages, putting me at 54,382 words. The alarm bells are going off in my head - it won't be long enough, the last act won't be interesting enough, the pacing is off, the ending won't be as cool as I'd imagined, or I'll lack the skill to convey the emotions that made me start crying in the car on the way home from work when I thought about the ending. I'm ignoring all that shit. Ian is eager to reach the end of his journey. I want to get him there.