I think the last few chapters before the climax are like going up that long stretch on a rollercoaster, right before you go over the top and go straight down. They’ve got to be the hardest. So far, everything that I’ve set up is linking up and on it’s way to the end of the book. However, I’m trying to tie up a few things with the story before the climax and major action starts up.
It takes a lot longer to work on these chapters. I’m still making progress. This is taking me longer than I thought it would. However, when I started the draft, it was a hundred pages and now it’s almost 500.
Feeling rough, but hanging in there. My chronic illness has been rearing its ugly head even more lately. Sometimes, I just have to give in and go to sleep. Rest first, write next.
This morning, however, I decided to get some work done on the book or at least try to. My puppy, Little John, then jumps up on the couch, promptly licks the remote and triggers Netflix. I think he’s trying to tell me something …
Must NOT give into temptation …
Almost there … I’m down to the last few chapters, and then the final purging of typos. Yes, grammar napalm shall be deployed.
Still editing. So far, I have 400 out of 475 pages edited.
One of the hardest things is working while I’m down and out with this chronic illness. The dr’s are still hoping to figure out exactly what it is. They have figured out that I have small fiber neuropathy, which doesn’t do great things for my hands when I type. I’m finding that taking breaks helps. Also, instead of saying, yeah, I’m going to write for an hour, I write for twenty minutes and then take a ten minute break. And then I dive into things again for twenty minutes. It spares my hands and helps keep me focused.
On a side note, my hound puppy just barked so loudly that he scared himself. Well, I suppose he can hide behind me if anyone ever breaks in.