Writing the sequel to Lord Have Mercy has been a long arduous journey, fraught with bumps, stumbling blocks and out right brick walls. Then there were the moments when I rolled with the bumps, picked myself up when I stumbled and knocked through the walls to find everything falling into place.
When I saw the finish line in sight, hurdles appeared between that point and the winning banner, pushing the finish further and further away with more loose ends flapping about than a pompom with its centre string cut.
Procrastination played a big part in delaying my attempts to tackle a scene and discover I wasn't as bad at it as I thought. Eventually I wrote and completed it, happy that I had remained true to myself and my characters.
From this point the finish wasn't quite the mirage; solidifying a bit more with each word I wrote. And suddenly there it was, almost within my grasp, a single loose end dangling before my eyes.
With the characters driving me forward, an opening to the end presented itself, and I took it, or did I?
H. M. Mills
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