So I’ve written another chunk of the book. Another couple of thousand words down, which is in effect about 1/50th of the total. I’m in a strange phase, between two peaks of exciting action, where the characters are but traveling and talking and getting to know each other. Character development, if you will, and it’s fun writing it, but is it necessary? Perhaps. It feels a little like watching an amusing intermission featuring a white dog herding angry chickens while a drunken piano player hammers out a waltz. Strange, it passes the time, but does it float?

Either way, Yukon ho.