Meredith Mansfield, Author

I’m feeling better. Not all better by any means, but better. My m’s still sound like b’s and I have a cough like the bark of a seal, but I do believe I’ll live. The poor dogs may even get a walk today, but let’s not get crazy.

I’ve kept up writing even when I didn’t feel so good. Hopefully it’s all coherent, but I guess my readers will let me know that. Well, writing is a nice, quiet, not physically taxing activity. That’s part of it.

But a big part of what’s kept me going is that I’m at the point in BLOOD IS THICKER where I get to write the “fun” parts. Things are coming to a head.

All of the set up has been done. (Well, my readers tell me I’m going to have a bit of work in the second draft, but that’s for later. The delicate balancing act of giving enough information about what happened in the first book, but not so much that it drags the story to a halt isn’t quite right, yet. This is a stand-alone story, but some things that happened in the first book are relevant to how the characters got to where they are now.)

Now I get to write the parts where things really move. In the last two chapters I’ve had a suspense scene and an action scene–and I’m not even at the climax, yet. Although I’m getting close enough to the climax now that the excitement is building. I can feel the downhill slide towards those magical words: “The End”.