Okay, for the past fifty minutes I've been working on this prologue for my mountain lion book, Claws! It's at that strange and wonderful place a novel gets where you think you could just about end the thing at any paragraph, and yet you go on telling about the aftermath of this thing. Rippard in hospital, new media interested in her story, her coming out of the mountains with Robert Gibson, etc., etc.

You know when the story is over, but you've got this whole denouement thing you got to hammer out.