I’m so close to the end of this story I can taste it. It’ll be nice to move on. This is why I’ll never be much of a novelist, or at least not without a lot more time to dedicate to writing—I get bored too fast, even with ideas that seem interesting to me when I come up with them.

Although this story has some foreshadowing, I find I’m writing a lot of margin notes to myself that say things like, “Make a point of this twenty pages ago.”