A Friday afternoon filled, not precisely with doldrums, but certainly with an element of making it through the day. Good day for writing on Peace Offer, I don't know how to measure that feeling but it definitely has entered that stage, the home stretch, where the details of the writing itself just fly by in the doing.

I think that's the "ok, you've done the work to get to this point, the characters and the place and their doings have made themselves and brought things here, hold on writer because this is the point where there's nothing but the observation and get it down as it goes by."