I've mentioned this several times. Whenever I don't know what happens next in a story, I just have to sit down and write, and things unfold by themselves (though this story has strained that to the limit).
That happened again just now. I've been thinking for two days about how to fold up this final battle so that it ties up all the loose ends. And of course the moment I get to that point, the solution just pops into my head.
I guess I overthink things until I actually get in the groove of it.
Emerald tree boa (in the shape of a soft serve ice cream cone)
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