Apparently, if you join the SAS, they make you run a marathon. When you get to the van waiting to pick you up at the end, it pulls away, and you have to run another six miles.
As I completed my recent rewrite and realised I had at least eight more chapters to create or amend, I expected to hear the sound of a disappearing motor. Instead, the process has been a little like completing the course in the van itself. The new character is coming through, I’m enjoying writing her. The feedback from writers’ groups has been very positive. One person saying that she’ll be sorry when I eventually stop presenting them. Another, that she’d like this character as her friend.
This is all good, and a useful reminder that sometimes the daily grind can turn into something much more rewarding.