The book is nearly finished.
No, honestly, it nearly is.
I’ve just got to write this chapter, and then a couple more, and then an epilogue, and then it’s done.
Oh, and I need to go back and re-write the third chapter (‘cos it was rubbish).
Maybe I should ditch that chapter all together? If so, what impact does it have on the rest of the book – before and after?
And, re-reading the middle section, it doesn’t hang together properly. *rewrite*
Spell check. Always amusing with Zambian place names.
Where did that rogue word appear from?
Haven’t I already mentioned that? Am I just repeating myself erroneously?
Another unnecessary adverb…
Why are my husband’s comments always right? *rewrite*
How come it was ‘one week’ on page 46 and ‘one month’ on page 47?
Present tense or past tense, or some other tense that I forget the name of? Perhaps I shouldn’t have all three within one paragraph?
And now my final chapter doesn’t seem…well, final.
Let me just go through it again.
No, really, the book is nearly finished.
It’s just not perfect.
Not yet…