Just finished a chapter that’s been giving me fits for a week. And it’s been driving me nuts because the next chapter after it is the really excellent chapter where Jane Sagan finally gets to kick some ass, full on Agincourt style, if you know what I mean, and you don’t, at least, not until you read the book. That chapter will be pure creamy sweetness to write, but before I could get to it, I had to finish Mr. Difficult Chapter, the one which had to set up the pure buttery ass-kicking chapter. And it just. Did. Not. Want. To get finished. Well, now it’s finished. And I say: Ha! Yes, HA! I’m the writer, and sooner or later that chapter was going to see it my way.
Barring The Last Colony suddenly sprouting another chapter, I’m three chapters and ~13k words from the end (I thought I was only ~10k words from the end earlier this week, but — surprise! — I needed some more words. Hey, I said this chapter was a pain in my ass). The good news here is that this is the downslope: All the plot threads are coming back into each other, and it’s just a matter of tying them off.
I’m really looking forward to this next chapter. I’ve been promising myself a chapter chock full of explody violence (while still, of course, being integral to the plot), and now here we are. My toes are just all a-wiggle in anticipation.