Over its almost three year life, I have spent so much of this blog writing about writing my novel Low Life Games that many of you will be sick of reading about it.

And you may well think what I am saying here is what I have said countless times in the past.  "I'm coming to the finishing, but not quite."  Will he ever actually get there?  How can there possibly anything left to do?

Well I promise you (a) my feelings of frustration is, with respect, a lot greater than yours. (b) I rue the posts in which I wrote for the first, second, third... times that I had finished (except for tiny details, mentioned in metaphorically small print)  (c) I ony go on writing posts about it because it makes my frustration slightly easier to bare.

So, since I last told you I have finished, I printed out the script and read it, for the first time for ages on paper, so i got a better idea of the flow of the whole thing, and made a number of mainly minor alterations and corrections.  Then - after one of the many pauses I have to take for other aspects of my life - this week I began to transfer the paper changes to a Word file which will be eventually to sent to be marked up by my intermediary for the printer.

Fine.  Easy.  Except no.  Because at the end of today's work, I come across a passage, which even ammended just doesn't feel right.  Now, this may be because I'm tired - or I may be tired because i have hit a brick wall (this section has never really worked - it's just that I thought I'd got away with fudging it).  But it means I've had to stop for the night.  I'm busy tomorrow, so I won't be able to make any more progress before Friday at the earliest.

And the longer it takes, the likelier it is I bore you with more posts like this.