Tumble goes

My book is tumbling toward its conclusion, helter-nilly and willy-skelter. I feel like I should be reining it in, but my fingertips keep failing to find purchase. I think I shall declare myself happy about that. Tonight I managed to extrude some nice descriptive prose about something that really needed to be descibed well, which pleases me. There's a squirrel involved, and wild coriander, and the word "gnomon".

Just pages away from the Big Reveal. Page 383 now.

Time for a rhino attack?