Late Night . . .


Spent the night polishing (and refreshing my memory) an old novel nearly 75% complete.  A romance.  It was a dare.  Ha, ha.  Nothing against the genre, though.  Yes, I have read three or four--it's a work thing.

Moving onto another chapter, my attention wandered . . . and back to cover art, I went.  American Necropolis was calling!  And, I think I did it proud.  So much so, yup, may have guessed it, I waffled back to it for my Camp NaNo project.  600-some words I have done on it.  None will be counted in the Word file for the challenge.

Makes sense, I guess.  Thorndale 2 still has plot holes . . . characters not talking about them yet . . .  Just being honest, here.  They are not telling me jack!

So, hopped up on caffeine and chocolate Oster bunny, I sit down to at least write an update . . . before heading back to the romance novel . . . or sleep.  0437 . . . probably sleep . . .

Good night.