Way back

Sometimes I wish I had written this in first person. I probably would have finished it five years ago...

Do the pieces still fit...

Having written little in the last year, and finding no great urge to do so during that time, it is with some vague trepidation that I am now attempting to pick up the pieces left strewn about the last few pages. Officially, I am about halfway in, though there are copious notes, and some chapters I've moved, which persuade me I'm more like two-thirds in. Not far to go, it seems, but the next few months are crucial. If I get the rest wrong, I've got no chance of finding an agent. So I must spend less time on the internet arguing the toss about immigration and religion with the mentally challenged than I have done. It's been illuminating, though my beliefs about the world, especially in regard to religion, have been reinforced. I've put some thoughts into the story as part of the narration. That is all I will say on that.
My recent idea about publication was a rather silly one: try to find an agent who would be interested at the stage I was at. A good job I stopped myself, as I think a few doors would have closed before I had finished this first book. It's taken years to get this far. So don't go there, Pete - finish the tale first.
Healthwise, I don't know. I've never been there before, so it's all about the road. Gotta keep looking at the signs so I don't take a wrong turning ;-)
And keep writing... :-)