The editing thing kills me. At both loose ends. The strategy for good literature is writing without editing yourself then rewriting, rewriting, rewriting. One part spilling ink to 9 parts strikethrough. And I’m a damned good editor. But my natural tendency is to edit as I go and then be done with it. That rarely results in anything anyone would want to ready by anybody. On this second edit of Who Runs in Moonlight: Prīmae, the concluding chapter has me stalled out. Arrgh! Rest assured, I’m fighting the good fight. Spoiler alert: the antagonist goes down. Well, in a manner of speaking.