I found my villain, today. My antagonist, that is. I’m not sure how much mustache twirling he’s going to wind up doing, or how many little old ladies he’ll tie to the railroad track. Safe bet? Well, there just aren’t that many trains on spaceships, so… Any ideas on how to get a train on a spaceship?

He was sitting on a good chunk of my plot, as well. Most of it, in fact. I’m a little relieved, because the first chunk of plot I came up with was just a wild and weird love triangle. Well… uhm… sort of a non-euclidean, love polygon with at least two non-fixed coordinates. Because I’m not really a romance writer.

(Pay no attention to that manuscript in my trunk.)

I’m still putting things together, of course. I’m still working toward something coherent.

And I’m still hoping–as always–for a cleaner draft. (I have index cards! And math. And… how can I only have 45 index cards?!!! How will I survive?!!! People have died in possession of more index cards than that.)

Right now, the plan is to come in at 90,000 words-ish.