I am writing this evening. Fire and Water is 30,645 at the moment, and I wrote about seven pages of notes and bits of scenes for a future scene at work today (on my breaks, of course!) which means all is well, because otherwise I wouldn't be getting glimpses of future scenes.

Sometimes, writing is akin to being psychic, because I only get glimpses of what will happen, not how to get there first. But I have faith. Glimpses are good; that means I'm on the right and proper track.

But OH BOY. I thought I had nasty scenes to write before; this next set of happenings is just a big series of nasty scenes. Yikes.

(Poor Malachi.)


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