I unloaded the kid and sent the husband away (okay, but that’s how I’m wording it, even if he’s the one with plans) so I can work in peace. No TV, even if that means I’m missing some of my favorite shows. That’s life in the writing world.

I’m at 22639, which sounds pretty good, but is a bit shy of where I should be. Today is the halfway point. So I should have 25000 by the end of the night. Except there is no way in heck I can pull off another 2400 words tonight. Not unless Mothra were to show up and start attacking the protagonist in her living room.