This book has been written for some time and the manuscript was sitting in a box with half a dozen others gathering dust and not quite as complete, so this month it is going to get the makeover, a first draft for the editor.
And so it begins...
...
The finish line is in sight
...
And everything is going to hell in a handbasket.
The end I had all formed in my mind and ready to put down, well, I don't think I should have gone to bed last night.
I had a dream.
Sounds a bit like a familiar speech, doesn't it.
My dream wasn't quite as prophetic, it was a new ending.
Damn.
Had I stayed up and wrote the damn thing as it was, I wouldn't be here now, trying to pull down walls and re-cement them back together a different way, two hours before the official opening.
I could just scream!!!
