Indiana Jones and the Army of the Dead. (Might want to reserve your copy now, it'll be published in May, '09, shipping last week of April.)
Manuscript is due in a couple of weeks. I foresee no problems with that.
This is quick, even by my standards, though not close to my record, which was and will always be the novelization of The Mask. Of course, novelizing a movie is easier, since you have a script and what you mostly have to do is expand on that, and put in stuff the movie doesn't show you. They were in a huge hurry for that one, and I was younger, able to sit and crank longer hours on the keyboard, and the book was shorter, only about 75,000 words. But still -- eighteen working days. My personal best. I don't expect to ever approach that kind of speed for a novel again:
Once was an experiment. Twice would be a heart-attack ...
For those of you who haven't gone to see what the official announcement says over at StarWars.com, here it is:
"There's no rest for the weary treasure hunter, but that's how Indiana Jones likes it. Fresh from spying for the Allies in the thick of World War II Germany, the globe-trotting archaeologist doesn't need much persuading to join his cohort "Mac" McHale in searching for one of the most coveted of artifacts: the fabled black pearl known as the Heart of Darkness. But the partners in adventure are not alone on their foray into the mysterious jungles of Haiti. German and Japanese agents are in hot pursuit, determined to possess the ebony artifact -- and its secrets -- for their own sinister purposes. And shadowing them all is an infamous voodoo priest, with powers of both diabolical science and black magic at his command.
On a treacherous odyssey across the Island of the Dead, where the legend of zombi looms large, spiders, snakes, and booby-traps will prove the least of Indy's challenges. And capturing the prize will be child's play compared with confronting an enemy unlike any other, whose numbers are legion and nearly impossible to kill -- because they're already dead ..."
Sounds like an E-ticket ride, doesn't it?
P.S. And a thanks here to Bobbe Edmonds, my personal zombie expert, for his help. I owe you a beer, Kid.