I’m steam rolling to the end of my novel. Should be able to type THE END at some point next week (hopefully). I’m just getting it down, and I hate writing like that. My characters have turned cardboard on me, and the dialogue is stilted and I hate everything I put down. But I don’t care. I can fix everything later. After THE END.
Woke this morning at 4 am to get in my run. 7 miles in a light rain. It was nice.