Week two and tiredness and frustration drags at the creative process. Real life has a way of interrupting the mooze. Still for all that, I'm heading into writing the last chapter or two tomorrow.
Then it's onward to the second book and a change of character and perspective. Damn but that's a challenge.
Tell me why I decided to do this? Oh, right; because sometimes I think I'm more clever than I actually am and this is my comeuppance. I'll probably change in middle because it's just too difficult.
Or I could change it now and no one would be the wiser; but don't tell anyone...