I almost dropped the ball last night and watched movies instead of writing. I was on a good non-writing roll. I'd actually made dinner for the second night in a row and watched Leatherface. It wasn't as scary as it was when I was a kid. Around 7:30, I had a difficult choice to make.
I made the right one. My word count is up to 44,185. I don't imagine I have more than six or seven chapters left to go and I figured out how I'm going to do the aftermath without making it seem ham-fisted on the way to work this morning. I think today's writing will be the last chapter that isn't action-packed until the aftermath. Almost all the cards are on the table.
It may be difficult to steal some writing moments today. I'm supposed to interview a guy at 10 and I should probably spend my free time this morning preparing. We'll see, though. It can't take that much prep.