Halfway there...

This is almost hard to believe. It really shouldn't be.

Half of me marvels at how easy it's becoming to pump out my quota. The other half dreams of what I'm going to do with the time when I'm FINALLY free of the necessity of writing.

I've been promising this tribunal thing since the first chapter and have yet to deliver. I've backed myself into a corner now...I have no choice. I was supposed to have started writing it yesterday, but instead I wrote about Father Monson's bad day prior to it and why he was so grouchy now. 1700 words in two hours. Okay, the words plus twelve chicken wings plus a beer plus a bit of IM action. So I don't feel bad about it.

Sure, there are people pumping out 5000 words an hour. But I'm not using any of the tricks. I'm not word-warring or creating situations for the sake of making more words or anything of the sort. I'm WRITING.

I did something horrible to Angel Monday. I was blinking away tears when I wrapped up Chapter 5. But it had to happen. She's the most interesting character. I know who she becomes, but there must first be a Why. A compelling one, at that.

Well, lemme wrap things up here in my cube so I can get to work on the story.