There we have it.  Two thousand words today.  Well, forty words shy.  No matter.  My characters rebelled and plotted my assassination.  They took matters into their own hands and performed unspeakable acts with one another.  Apparently, they were completely dissatisfied with my handling of things.  That’s fine.  I am completely dissatisfied with the way the whole book has been going.  There’s always a few unspeakable acts in any book.  It’s first draft.  Those things can be revised later.

For now, we’re on track.  I have three scenes left in the book.  Yes.  I realize I’ve written less than half the words allotted for the book.  Yes.  I realize this is a SERIOUS PROBLEM.  I’ll deal with it later.  Probably in about two or three days — or less.  That’s just the way things go.

This book stinks.  The characters have been too restrained.  I haven’t allowed them to be themselves, and they heartily resent me for it.  I think that will be very interesting when I go back to earlier scenes in the book and begin to flesh them out.  I’m looking forward to seeing what happens when I do that.  It might be messy…