This week, I'm finishing up the climatic scenes in The Girl I Used to Be. Right now, my handcuffed heroine is being chased through the woods by the villain who is shooting at her. It's summer and tinder dry. One of the shots will ignite a forest fire. I spent last night reading people's first person accounts of surviving forest fires. One person said the falling ash looked just like snow, which is perfect, as the end scene is like a reverse image of something bad that happened to the girl when she was young in the dead of winter.
