Chapter Ten of this manuscript has been taunting me for far too long.
Today, while waiting for my younger son to finish with his day at school, I sat in the waiting area/parent lounge/foyer and just typed.
Christmas Day, 1822
And then, without thinking too hard, I decided to give the son of my protagonists his horse. A little Welsh pony about which I did copious research quite some time ago.
Included with this vignette was some nice tension between the Hero and the Heroine.
And when I had plunked out three paragraphs, I allowed myself to engage in conversation with the other parents waiting for their children.
I feel really good about this. 🙂
I WILL finish this book. I will. 🙂
But not now. I have editing to do.