2300 words today so far, and nicely over 123,000 for the book...and I'm intrigued enough by the scene I'm working on to keep going this afternoon. 124,000 by day's end is possible, though I'm not inclined to push too hard.
If this were one of my SF novels, I'd be at, or very near, the end, with the finish post clearly in sight, ready for the home-stretch sprint. This being one of the Paksenarrion-world novels, it's a long way to Tipperary with a lot of twists and turns and swamps and mountain passes and so on to negotiate between here and there. I'm guesstimating another 50,000 words. Though it's not contractually due until next February, I want to get the main draft done well ahead, and the crunch last fall put me in a good position if I don't lose too much time to travel, speaking gigs, and other things. This will allow time to push on into the third book, and have ample time to work on revision and polishing of this one. I hope.
I plan to braid in the "outlier" sections when I get to about 150,000 words and can better see exactly where they fit. Then at 160,000 I should be seeing the logical break-point between this and the third...but if not, I can write on past it (it will show up when I'm 10-20K beyond it, probably, though the logical break for book one didn't show up until I was a solid 55K past it.) Unfortunately, though I'm more than halfway through the second book...in real time I'm still in the first year of Kieri's reign. Certain things foreshadowed in Liar's Oath can't happen until he's married and has an heir. Telescoping enough years is going to be...not an option, I fear. This is how writers get themselves not only painted into corners, but bricked in.
However, that's to worry about later. For now...back to the cellar that has become doorless, where Arvid-who-says-he's-not-a-thief is in a bit of a pickle. What can you do with a sick gnome, a sapphire, and two gold pieces? (Or rather, what can HE do?)