Are you one of those writers who does outlines? Maybe you could do one and then just fill out little bits at a time? I dunno. My only idea, sorry. On the other hand, you’ve really been cranking out the chapters lately; if you take a lil break there’s nothing wrong with that

The irony is I’ve thought about this chapter every night for the last week as I’ve fallen asleep, and I know exactly how I want it to go then… I just fumble when I’m actually in front of the computer…

94 for the drabble thing?

ato-the-bean:

Do you want that for Pinto?

10:19 p.m.

CP: Are you there?

Zach debates texting back, but it’s past three in London, and Chris shouldn’t be up.

“I’m going to call it a night,” he tells Matt, throwing a $20 on the table to cover his part of the tab.  He presses the call button as soon as he’s outside.

“Hey, you didn’t have to call.”

“What’s wrong?  Can’t sleep?”

“I had a bad dream again.”

Ah.  “The one where you forget your lines?”

“No.”

“The one where you’ve actually become Shatner?”

“I haven’t had that one for years.”

“Hmmm.  Zombie apocalypse?”

There’s a huff of laughter.  “No.  The one where you don’t return my texts.”

He stops dead on the sidewalk.  “You realize the zombie apocalypse is more likely, right?”

“Yeah.  I just wanted to hear you say it.”