First of all, Mr./Ms. “how to eviction somebody,” keep your illiterate-ass searches out of my “homelessness sucks” blog. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

*ahem* I’m getting scarily close. I’ve finally decided (ok, for this week) to just shove all the serial killer’s backstory to the front of the “past” narrative. I’m also returning a chapter of the good old ultraviolence, because it’s character development. (“Adventures in Peru” goes in there; I’ll have to move it from its current slot.)

And I’ve laid out the final several chapter outline–before now, it was too not-done to even think of a realistic outline.

I’m frustrated right now, because I’ve been on a roll for the past couple of days, but I’m now at a point where I need to let it tumble around in my creative dryer-mind for a while–think I know what Aria has to say to Damascus, but not what he says to her; I need to get Terry’s poor head in gear in a way that doesn’t make him sound like a reactive manic version of myself. sigh

I have to go call the friend I am actually going to socialize with tomorrow; meanwhile, please send me glowing warm psychic dryer-quarters of love.