Not THERE, but there.

You know the place. Stage Two, Chapter Fifteen of Elisabeth’s Dreaded Manuscript Stages. The point where I am sure I will never get all these plot points outlined on my notebook into my book. The point where my eyebrows are in jeopardy. The point where I’m willing to hog-tie one more child that interrupts me when I’m in the flow.

*sigh*

And yet I keep plugging along because – finally – the end is in sight.

How’s your writing coming this week? And what stage are you at?