Only three chapters from the end of Led to the Slaughter.
One thing is for sure. I'm on one hell of a hot streak. I'm not questioning it. Let loose the hounds of war. (Or werewolves, as it were.)
Hard to remember that I used to have trouble coming up with ideas. Or maybe my standards have fallen.
I just let myself write whatever comes to me, not questioning it, because there is always more where that came from.
At least so far.
A bit of a humble-brag as I psyche myself up for the final chapters...
I want them to be satisfying and cathartic and better than anything I've done.
2 days ago