In which the writer feels cold for a moment

You know what kind of sucks? Writing JP Kinkaid wondering if his MS is jumping from r/r to progressive.

This is the problem with writing what's real for the character, and why being a writer wannabe is a waste of time and energy. When you're in service to the story, there are times you're going to bleed.

And that's just the way it is, says the woman who's been in relapse mode for the past five days, and who is wondering the same thing about her own phasing.

Back to working on book.