wrote some more yesterday. another two thou or so. not a lot, but then anything is better than nothinng. the plot is going slow, but that's okay, need to hit sixty thou by the end or so. still thinkin harlequin, even if the book might not be good enough, still worth trying, and pushing onself that little bit extra. reading an awesome book called no doors no windows by john shreiber. just a few pages from the end when boyfriend comes home. sob. must finish. later. when quiet.