Rather than pressing along with the novel I’ve found myself involved in the task of decorating the living room, with study and bedroom to follow. Last couple of days have and will be spent scraping and painting. And no, it isn’t a metaphor for finishing my novel. So I’ve been doing jack shit with the novel in the last month. Still, it’s been a time to reflect where I want to take it and how things should be clarified. There’s still a couple of mysteries in the plot I need to solve, which, at the moment, affect some of the logic in the work. At the risk of sounding like a hypocritical prick, the novel needs sanding down a tad.