Yesterday after I wrote the troublesome episode and worried about it for a while, I went back and just started writing again. I can go back later and either cut it out or rewrite it to fit in. This writing every day has come to feel like my life. I don't know why I haven't been doing it all the time rather than in fits and starts. Someday I may even rewrite the 3 "romance" novels.

In nine days, I've written 50 pages, nearly 15,000 words. So now I'm confident I'll finish it, and I'm not going to talk about it any more until it's done.

Now I've got to clean up and go to the store for cat food and some of the multitude of pills I take to keep me young and mobile.