I got about 500 words finished before I finally wiped out, sometime around three in the morning. Not a very inspiring pace, and I’m not particularly pleased with what I have. I suspect that when I get the chance to write later today, I’ll find that I have to rip out the entire scene and start over. Hate doing that, but one bad scene can just kill forward progress, and I can’t afford a month-long stall.
I’ll think about it this morning, try to figure out where I went wrong and how I can put the problem right. That’s about all I’m going to get done this morning, though. I’m babysitting, which means any hope of real work is out the window. My little guy is happy, though — he loves having his cousin over to play.