throw another bear in the canoe

2,226 words today of Scardown, bringing the manuscript to 71 pages complete. Also got two crits done. My project for after I shower is calling an old friend, and figuring out if we're going out to dinner.

Jenny cracked. About halfway through ordering poutine (my characters, like an army, travel on their stomachs: I can't get them to do anything unless I feed them) she looked up at me and said, essentially:

"All right, bitch. All right. I can see that you're going to write this damned book no matter how hard I dig my heels in.

"So write it. But I'm driving."

That's my Jenny.

Tch.