16-scene detailed outline for a collaborative short story, written in the last three hours. And it even makes sense, and I don't think it's missing anything critical.
I feel like I just pulled off my outer raiments and stood revealed in my savage glory as PLOT GIRL!
Huh. Maybe I am okay at this writing thing after all.
(I will feel this way until my cowriters point out all the stuff I completely screwed up.)
(Also, I can say this because I have not looked at Chill, and all its horrible floundering, since this morning.)
Okay, next step, food. Lassi. And then, the next hundred pages of the CEM. Oh, god, so tired.