GUYS, (I THINK) I KNOW HOW TO GET TO THE END OF THIS STORY.
I am so relieved. I was beginning to wonder if I didn't have a workable idea at all. Turns out it was simply a case of exhaustion and time poverty. Getting a break on that front has given me the valuable thinking time I needed to get some ideas breeding.1
Now I just need to actually churn the words out (and therein discover precisely how much I still don't know), and hope the story passes muster.
- Which is not to say Squawk is sleeping any better. She's not. It's just that during the days she's currently being babysat by her Nanna so I can focus on wordcraft. [↩]