Regularly scheduled blog post has been interrupted by actual writing activity. Swimming North is swimming right along. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and am convinced that for once it isn’t a train.

Odd, I know, but the idea of actually completing this draft appeals to me. As I’m in the middle of yet another weekend on call, I need all of the writing time I can get, and today the WIP wins.

With baited breath and fingers crossed, and every other writerly cliche I can think of, I’m off to write for the finish.