Another 6.66 pages today. We’re SO close to being finished we just want to get back at it right away tonight.
But ah, duty calls. Sean had to take his Aunt to the doctor again, and my son has a baseball game tonight.
Then later it’s American Idol Finals!
And Dancing With The Stars results!
Oh lord. Did I just say that?
Luckily, today I read something from John August that made me feel a little better:
[to a reader's question] Here’s the thing: writing sucks. It’s difficult on a good day, and intolerable on most others. That’s why I’ll gladly answer your question rather than spend these 20 minutes of staring at the scene I ought to be writing.
So I don’t feel TOO bad that I may forgo finishing till tomorrow, that I may see Adam Lambert and Gilles Marini take their respective prizes. I think. Or maybe Kris and Melissa. Or Shawn. Though I may not be able to forgive Shawn for the lame Jabbawockeez ripoff.
Starting Thursday, So You Think You Can Dance will be my excuse.
Anyway, today our characters reached the goal that they’ve been trying to get to throughout the third act. Unfortunately, things are not all hunky dory… not yet. Someone else is dead, another is missing. And someone else is about to die – he just doesn’t know it yet.
Salvation is not forthcoming. Looks like if they’re getting out of this, they’re doing it the hard way…
Alone. With a gun.
Or two or three.
Hours (chip): 82.5