That was my pronouncement regarding last Sunday’s NY Times crossword. M laughed. “You say that every week, and then you finish it.” Not exactly true. I start working on it Saturday evening, fill in what I can, sleep on it, and most of the rest generally falls into place in the morning. But though I often come close, it’s rare that I finish down to the last square.
This one, however, had me stymied. Figuring out the trick almost immediately didn’t help. Working on it off and on Sunday morning, I still only managed to fill in two corner quadrants and bits and pieces of the other two. Most of the center remained blank. No matter how many times I looked at those clues, the answers wouldn’t come. I considered giving up. Instead, I put it aside and came back to it later in the day.
How exactly this happened I haven’t a clue, but slowly, very slowly, I began to come up with a few of the answers that had eluded me. Then, like a cascade, they all fell into place. This puzzle which I was certain I would never be able to finish became one of those few that I finished down to the last box.