I had a momentary flash of panic as I sat down to write this evening. I’m reaching the climax of the story, the moment where my heroine comes face to face with her tormentor, and I couldn’t remember if they’ve met before. I wanted to scream, knowing that i would have to skim through the book to see if they had met. I cursed myself for not keeping detailed notes.

Luckily, I remembered. The panic has subsided, and I can continue working. I’m ready to be done. I’m so, so ready.