Well, not quite, but the room above the garage is pretty dang cold in the winter, especially when it’s still dark out, and the tea only lasts about fifteen minutes.

Still, enough blood kept flowing to the fingertips this morning to get another 6 pages done. Better still, the ‘splaining hasn’t been bad at all. Best of all, I just finished a very small scene that I remember coming to me entirely out of the blue, but which really sets an excellent counterpoint to the main flow of the story, and drives home the humanity of Kelly’s situation.

I hope, anyway.