There are definite days when I just don't trust myself and what I've written. Sometimes, even after the third or fourth reading, I think... Why did I write that? Where was I going with it? What on earth will save the chapter now?
And yet, given a day away from it, the writing seems profound. ROTFL
Chapter Eleven is complete, edited, and ready for the editor. If you're wondering how -- the chapters are short, usually only about 1,300 words. I will confess, I really like long chapters. But this story has insisted the chapters be smallish, for me, and so, as ever, I am obedient to the Muse.
I had to fight writing too much of the mechanics. It's a sort of tournament and it feels so easy to just slip into long descriptions of the events -- It won't work that way. More important is the fact that our hero/heroine misses his dragon.
Life is good!