I wish I knew why the last few hundred words of a novel are always so hard to write. It happens every time, and it’s like pulling teeth to keep going. I’ve added about 7,000 words to A Perfect Slave, bringing it up to almost 58,000. It’s a much better book now, and I’m happy with how it’s shaped up, but those last few paragraphs… Tomorrow. It has to be tomorrow. Do or die.