Four-hour stall.

I think I might've finally reached my personal limit of Diet Pepsi consumption. Felt really rotten there for a while. Tried to nap, but between the tummy ache and the headache, it wasn't happening.

Then I watched a sappy movie and on a commercial break realized something crucial: I always write at night. Might be part of the reason I wasn't really getting anywhere earlier.

I'm going to let my supper settle (Hubby's Hamburgers -- nummy!), figure out how much I want to reveal (and how I'm going to do it) in the next chapter, and then, in about an hour and a half, get back down to work.

Checking in on the forums shows me that, pace-wise, I'm holding my own, and that makes me feel better. For a first-timer, it's nice knowing it's "so far, so good".