Not dead, only resting

If I'd gotten pregnant on the last day I posted here, I would be breastfeeding as I typed right now. That's a long damn time to go without updating. Then again, if I'd gotten pregnant, it would also mean I'd gotten lucky. Damn. Well, real life and real sloth reared their ugly heads, that's all.

I promised myself when I started this project that I would not feel guilty about writing to seldom or too little, and I don't. But I do get annoyed with myself for not making more of an effort. Maybe realizing it's NoNoWriMo reminded me of what I could be doing.

But it's not as I haven't been thinking about the story. I have been, and I do, all the time. There are several more chunks I'd like to bang out when I get — or schedule — a chance. Such as:

• Kielle and Ben's first date
  
• Kielle and Ben's last date
  
• how Kielle gets outed as a non-Christian
  
• the big brawl
  
• Kielle's near-death experience
  
• how Kielle and the Caravan part company
  
• the shocking demise of a certain diva bitch
  
• Quill is struck mute with shock
  
• how Kielle finds out about it
  
• the return to Atlanta
  
• healing wounds, mending fences
  
  

And of course half the sequel, which revolves around Quill Kelly becoming a major Broadway star and . . . stuff.

Anyway. It's interesting to go back and read what's already there. I hadn't forgotten much of it, and I still like most of it. So I guess it's time to get back to work.