I’m to the point that I’m writing this blog a day in advance. Six days a week, and no Sundays, unless for some reason I have something to say, or if I was weighing pros and cons on a particular piece a little too long. If I can just pull it together and keep writing regularly a little longer–maybe a few things for Sundays, or a couple of posts when I’ve done something short, I could be a week or so ahead.

I was looking at the next chapter in my Lepterian thing, trying to figure out exactly what was wrong with it–and there was something wrong with it. I finally sat down to think and take notes and doodle, and I found what I’d been looking for in about half an hour. It’s like thinking out loud, but with a paper trail. The problem was that I put the crucial character on the wrong side of the conflict, and that reduced the whole thing to a big game of hide and seek with no real consequences.

If my protagonist finds the character he’s looking for on the other side… Well, there are complications.

I’m supposed to be revising my serial killer thriller, too.

No. Actually, I’m supposed to be finished revising it.

I’m not sure where my attention wandered to. I was about halfway done, and then… poof.