Dang, Blast & %*&$#^@)$^

So, again I took up the story with the idea of slogging through and just putting words down, no enthusiasm but a desire to keep it up, no matter what. It was late in the afternoon, I was tired from actually working all day getting the evaluations ready to send off - completely typed! - and having a lot of people come in and phone calls. And just, being tired. I know I slept that night, but you couldn't tell it from how hard it was to keep my eyes open. It was going to be a late night as well, with an 8:20 game to look forward to. Not. My knee was really sore, and I'd get home late.

We went out for our last free pizza and it was great, then we went to Gayla's to take kitten pictures and oh my goodness isn't it a good thing we waited till they were spoken for. *g*

Oh well, I began to slog through. Parker has just left the restaurant and runs across the street to the scuba shop. I'm not into it, I'm revising, and then I just put him inside hiding behind a rack of rubber suits calling Tran. Suddenly, the words are tumbling out, the story is going forward and I'm thinking this is going to turn into a MUCH better scene than him standing around in a construction trailer WATCHING people die. He's going to be inside with someone else breathing air, and the clerk dies. Parker is going to see quickly and up close what's going on, and he makes an excuse to flee but this time he's right to get out.

Anyway, away I went and just as I was REALLY getting in the groove and the words were flying off the page and it's LATE in the day - people start wanting things. So I had to stop.