As Breeze would say, "Shit works out."
I was doing pretty good at writing the last few chapters of Cayo Costa Breeze, to finish Ed Robinson's last novel. Then two weeks ago, Breeze threw me a plot twist from way out in left field. For the last two weeks, I struggled to understand... what he wanted me to do, barely adding a couple hundred words a day.
Then this morning, I stopped fighting the wheel and just let Breeze take over, the way I do with Jesse.
Over a thousand new words today!
And best of all, I know where Breeze wants to go now, and it jibes with the ending Ed's wife, Kim, and I came up with weeks ago. I have two weeks before I have to start the next Jesse book, and I doubt it will take me to the end of next week to finish Cayo Costa Breeze, the way it should be finished.