At least I'm getting something done.

[apocalypsos]

I'm mostly sketching out dialogue right now. If I can get the dialogue finished today and tomorrow on the chapters I don't already have it finished for, I'm hoping it'll unlock the part of my brain that's all frustrated and annoyed and perfectly fitting that third-week-of-NaNo essay from Neil Gaiman.

And now I have to go throw on some clothes and get down to the dentist, and hopefully I can make a bit more of a dent in the book at Panera later. Stone by stone, brick by brick, la la la.