What I was doing was…

Finishing up the chapter of the novel I’m working on. Wrote a last 400 or so words to fulfil a kinda important revelation and moment of decision for the main character, which turned out to feel quite moving to write. I had been worrying yesterday that I was prevaricating about getting to this moment (noticing that in previous chapters I’d danced around things for billions of words before landing the actual point) but in the act of running out of room and time to say what needed to be said, I had to use a plainness and directness which seemed to make it more effective. Feeling like there was a small chunk of possibility that this story might do what I hope it will. Right now I’m going to sit on my front step and wait for my friend, and tomorrow will be the beginning of a new chapter (literally and figuratively).