THAT WAS A LOAD-BEARING ACT OUT...

Returned from a fun jaunt upstate to find my house in ruins.

Not my actual house...and not my physician. My pilot. The Black House.

Five days were were quite possibly the longest time I've gone in what feels like ever without actively thinking about writing anything at all. And that space away from pilot showed me that, damn...I'm really good at convincing myself that things work when I'm writing them.

Big logic problem. Overpowered my bad guy. And also made him a little stupid too.

If this guy existed, the United States would be a smoking hole in the world.

So...alternately trying to work out how to solve this problem and considering taking the character I took from another pilot back to the pilot she started in. Some time away from that has opened some doors in that one's plot.

So nothing from me in this week's writer's group...probably. There could be a burst in the next couple of days.