There's something in the
And then my brain pulled away to an image of Victor fighting. So did I write about Victor fighting? No, because apparently that scene isn't ready to actually become solid. But I wrote a bit about the preparations.
It is 1:30 in the freakin' morning. Bed. I don't care that more stuff needs to be written. I am now typoing many of my words. Not worth the frustration. Bed.