It was going so well, too...

Writing, as I wind down on the book that is due December 1, has gone well the past couple of weeks. I've gotten out of a snarl or two. I've said--right out loud-- "Where in the world did that come from?" when the plot took off on its own in the middle of the night and came back with surprises. I've told Duane, "I can't write one more word. My brain is just totally fried," before coming back out to the office and writing some more.

I love it.

I was writing on Friday or Saturday, and the wor...