I’m 57,000 words into the Islands novel and it is as if I came around a bend and there is a tree in the road. It is not an end so much as an impediment. When things progress smoothly we take for granted that is the natural order of things when in fact, the opposite is true. Many trees haven fallen across our path but experience has taught us how to hop over, go around and keep going. So, right now, it is just a tree, but a big one.