Four more writing days this month with the end coming none too soon. Today, how can the villain become a bloated gray tick that can no longer consume any more blood, drop off to the floor, only to be picked up with disgust and thrown into the toilet for flushing? How can that happen with such a lovely day ahead?
Or does that happen to the hero? Poor Hero has taken enough battering this month. I hope the tick is the final villain and Hero can coast to the finish, leaner and meaner, without being thrown from an airplane in the last chapters.
Maybe Hero lands in one of the empty boat slips, or grabs the line dangling from the wing. Really, it is time to end this novel. Seven thousand or so words remain. Choose wisely.
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