I must admit that I’m a little shocked by my steadfast approach to finishing this book. I guess I decided that it’s now or never. The progress isn’t moving at warp speed or anything, but it’s been consistent. That’s huge and it shows a commitment on my part that to this point has been sorely lacking.
Now it’s just a matter of determining who lives and who dies. Writing a thriller of sorts I’ve elected to keep myself in suspense. I have an idea of where the story is going to go and where it will eventually end up… but there is plenty of wiggle room. The protagonist being the villain makes the whole thing all the more open ended. The so-called “good guys” that are tasked with dealing with the situation could be perceived as vigilantes in a way. They’re casting judgment and electing to take an action that they technically aren’t within their rights to do. They’ll have to pay a price for that… it’s just a matter of determining how much of a bastard I want to be to these poor souls that I’ve conjured up in my warped mind.
Ahhhh… is it any wonder that I’m hooked?
