Although tomorrow will be an ending of sorts, what I feel I’m approaching is a fork in the road between two warring visions for this novel. One of them is more satirical, the other more of a thriller. I’ll have to go back through what I’ve written to see where the story feels most stable and works best. I don’t think these two tones will mesh, so I’ll have to make a choice. Although I’ve climbed a mountain and have just over 1,000 words to go tomorrow to reach the top, I can already see the next peak. I want to climb it. I do. But I will need to do a lot more prep before I take on Mount Revision. There will be no scaling this one without a solid attack plan.
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