I could have called this post ‘stuck in the middle’!
I have become bogged in a mire of middle-of-the-book chapters that need a bit of loving, but are refusing to work.
My writing demon and I have been having a stand-off about how much re-writing they need. He’s of the opinion that we should just leave them alone because no one seemed to notice their ugly, bumpy bits the first time round. I, on the other hand, have an itch to get them all smooth and tidy. So now he’s gone on strike and is refusing to come down from the ceiling until I give in to his demands.
Pesky little so-and-so.
Still, for all that I’ve hit this patch of bumpies I’m still making progress around them. In fact I’m in spitting distance of the last section of the book. That’s going to be a whole different safari. I wrote most of that with a much more confident hand, but also in a greater hurry. Who knows what beasties will lurk among the foliage?