It’s hard to believe but, after almost a year, I just wrote the last sentence of The Survivor’s epilog. Every time I start a novel it seems like an impossible task. So much work, so many details and insurmountable problems. But if I keep my nose to the grindstone, it always gets done.
Now comes the editing, refining, and research. Is the pacing right? Have I captured Mitch in a way that Vince would have approved of? How much quieter is a wet silencer than a dry one?
A lot left to do, but having a stack of pages that I’m happy with is a huge relief. As Nora Roberts once said: You can fix a bad page, but you can’t fix a blank one.