Of the year that is. 2015 has just thirty odd days left. And it seems to have passed in the blink of an eye.

A lot has happened, not least the new baby and the new job and the new country.

Its been great making proper ads again, working with photographers and film makers and talented creatives.

But it also means I only have thirty days to finish He Who Fights (again). I think creative types work better with deadlines so I've set myself that target. It should be doable. It will be done!

I had a good weekend writing, clocking in 3,000 words. I just need to maintain that steady pace...

The end in in sight yet again. Sometimes I feel like I've written 5 books in writing this one, especially when I look down at the chapters I've removed and filed away. But its been worth it. If I look back at draft one and compare it to where the novel is today, I know the hard work has been worth it. That's what keeps me going through the dark days, the slow days, when that little voice whispers in my ear to give up and forget about it, telling me "it's too hard" and "what's the point?" "Don't get up early, write tomorrow." The voice knows what to say, what fears to play off, what weaknesses to exploit.

The secret is to drown it out with the tap of the keyboard.