The start of Grim February has been brutal. I’ve been trying for days, desperately, to write myself out of this scene I’m stuck in. Eleven hand written pages later, I think I nearly have it now. Hopefully I can move on soon, pick up some momentum and get this novel moving onto the home stretch.
In some good news, I spent much of the last two days figuring out the ending of the novel. And I think I pretty much have it now. Including the murderer. As my wife said in her infinite wisdom at this point: Now you only need to go and write it all down. Ha!