Third trimester

733 words.

Another slog. Which is odd, because I know where this chapter has to go. Maybe I’ve got end-of-novel nerves. Everything is set up for the climax, and now it’s a matter of getting Paul to where he needs to be. Maybe I’m looking ahead too much and should try to get back to the present. It’s difficult, though, when you know you’ve turned the final bend and it’s all about closure from here on in.

This book deals partly with pregnancy, and I’ve just realised that I’ve written it (or rather, it will have been written) in three chunks, much like the twelve-week periods that govern the major changes in physiology concerning both mother and baby. I kind of like the poetry of that (although I’d much rather have got the thing done in one big, er, push). My notes tell me that I wrote the first 20,000 words at the beginning of the year before hitting a wall. I managed to get going again in March, eventually, thanks to Graham Joyce‘s idea of blogging about each day’s work. And now my navel has popped and the foetal head is descending into my pelvic cavity, as it were.

At least delivery, although probably just as messy, won’t be anywhere near as painful…

Listening to: Eyes Wide Shut OST, (Various artists)

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