Bleh, Bleh and Double Bleh

So, yesterday is yet another proof of the fact that I CAN write even when my head is fuzzy and I don't FEEL like writing. For the life of me, though, I can't figure out WHY I have to force myself to write nearly every time. I'm all about the planning and the starting, but damned if I can keep going on a project and finish it. That's so frustrating. It's always off to the next fun thing, but I know at the same time that having a FINISHED project is way, way, way fun.

Grrr.

So, now is the time to consult my long-forgotten outline and see where I'm supposed to go next. I've got the first three and a half chapters done - Parker and Tran at the bar, Parker in the wings joint/scuba shop getting his first taste of the end of the world, Kelsey and her grandmother running for the fall-out shelter and killing off Miriam in the process, and Grandma Opal getting killed.

So, that leaves the rest of chapter four. I need to get Kelsey and Grandma Opal out the door, then jump to Kelsey hobbled and in shock so that Parker can find her. Which means I have to get Parker out the door of the scuba shop and on his way.

I printed out a copy of the text so far on scrap paper, and I've been making notes. Got a blue Flair pen. I love those things.