It’s been an awful week:  dog dead, family off on vacation, my boss back… an Iliad of woes.  Very difficult to write in such an environment.

Thus, even a pantser such as I must break down and make some outlines, becoming a plotter, lest nothing be written at all.  Below the fold is a pic of the notes I made this afternoon; I was able to lay down about 700 words in the evening, but things are in flux.

What were I an OCD such as Acire:  able to plan an entire month!  Two partial days on the heels of tragedy is the best I can do.  Content tomorrow… what else is left to me?