Well, in spite of my procrastination, I managed, somehow, to write eleven pages of new material for the Baby Reaper story this weekend. I'm kind of absolutely thrilled about this. It's been difficult - there has been much frustration and rearranging of index cards (I've plotted out the entire story on index cards, the easier to see where I've been and where I'm going, and to move things if I need to). But I've added lots of new things, and I know where I'm going next. I also know how the story is going to end. Not like it did in the last draft - that ending kind of sucked, mostly because it happened too quickly. I'm excited. It seems like I might actually have a novel on my hands if I finish it.

Scary thought.