I have an Inkling that the book will be finished in the early hours of the morning.

I’m on the penultimate chapter. I know who’s going to die. I know who did it.

For those of you who know me, you’ll know I’ve never been good with deadlines. This is not news.

Where I may have improved: my editor is expecting my manuscript by Wednesday. It might just happen.

I have an inkling, you know.