Lately, it’s been like pulling teeth to get any writing done. (Which reminds me, I have a dentist appointment tomorrow (well, today, actually, since it’s after midnight.) I’ve been working on this short story, “The Ashes of His Fathers,” for about two months now, dribbling it out in bits and pieces to my writing groups.
I finally finished it tonight, although I had to throw out a couple of scenes that were taking the story in the wrong direction.
There’s still some revising to do, but it feels good to get to the end.