Well, in the space of one to three hours, I wrote chapter three while eating lunch.
Something to be said for having a mother nagging you every day, being sick and tired and having insomnia all at once, and being so bored you write, like, five different versions in your head in the wee hours of the morning before waiting about six hours and then starting to type and putting down something compleatly different then what you decided on.
So... who was compleatly lost because of that sentence?
