Maybe I should loathe Mondays every weekend. I wrote more today in a shorter time than I have during the writing of this whole book.
But is it good? I don't know for sure. And it doesn't matter. I'll deal with that when I rewrite. What I wrote today advanced the story and that's all I have to think about now. And thanks to Mr. Coleman I remembered to write more narrative. I can always cut it later. This was a good day.