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Twenty-one pages today. The end game is hard upon me. No television tonight. No movies, unless I’m sure of them. Have seen them before. Nothing that will slow me down, or tire me out. Only stuff that energize. Okay, as much as possible. Real life does have a habit of intruding. Wrote until both my muse and my body were just too tired to keep going. Then visit with the kiddo, before she went to her father’s overnight. I needed to get out of the house at that point. So Jon and I went to a nice restaurant, and had a nice meal. I was so tired that staring off into space felt restful. But at the restaurant when Jon got his notebook out making notes on his stuff, I found my head clawing at some of the questions that still need decided before I can finish A STROKE OF MIDNIGHT. So out came my notebook, and I thought a little on paper. I think I have my final line-up for the rest of the book. Eighty-five percent sure of what is going in this book, and what is waiting until next book. The problem with a continuing plot is where to cut the cake so that everyone feels like they’ve had a full meal, but you don’t have a two thousand page opus. The book is going to be close to a thousand pages as is. Sigh.
I’m going to bed now.