This chapter of Teratogenesis was even harder than the last.
The big problem with working on this for a year, is that now it comes to the end, I’m so invested in it that I don’t want it to end. And this brings in the issues of dissemblance and skiving.
But then, killing my darlings was the very problem Teratogenesis and my Scribd account are meant to be solving.
On a related note- synchronicity rearing it’s head again- I’ve just watched Reichenbach Falls on BBC4, which is on a similar theme. Essentially, it’s a fictionalised Ian Rankin killing off an even more fictionalised Rebus. To an extent. Well timed to say the least, especially since I finished Exit Music, the last Rebus novel on Friday.