Well, after a few days of, um, NOT WRITING, I’m caught up to where I should be (if not to where I could be).  I managed to plow through the Big Argument, and am staggering along toward the next conflict, which may turn out to be a bit painful.

I got up, walked all the way to the door, which seemed a minor triumph, snagged my hat, and exited. I went down the hallway to the little washroom the tenants shared, splashed a bit of water on my face. My reflection looked back at me. “Now what are you going to do?” it asked.

“I dunno.”

“She’s gone.”

“I know.”

“And she’s probably not coming back.”

I stared at myself. I didn’t look terribly impressed at the glare. “You don’t know that.”

“But you do. It was all perfect, and now you’ve ruined it.”

I punched my fist into the mirror, which starred out in a crazyquilt pattern. Each facet looked back at me and grinned.

I’m planning on Kay and I attending the Write-In tomorrow evening, which will hopefully drive me far enough ahead that I won’t completely collapse during the Thursday/Friday business.