Kablooie!

Sometimes, it just doesn't work. I was writing this horror/thriller, and it just got too depressing for me. 14,000 words down the drain (but the idea saved for another day, perhaps).

Older kids still on track, but youngest couldn't keep up with the sibling pressure. She's tap dancing in sneakers now, instead. AAAAAaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!!

Okay, more words, faster. If I need to, I can steal the book in progress as a horrible, long, typewritten monologue of the author.