Morning in Bed

It's a quiet, lazy morning for now.

I'm knee-deep in Chapter Thirteen. This chapter is one of the most slow-moving in many months. Because I have a nine to five at the moment, it's really hard to write. I get home, and I'm too exhausted to do anything but make dinner, flop down on the couch, and muster out a few sentences. If that.

So much for having the book done by the end of the summer.

I'm going to try and plow through some stuff today. The fact that I'm writing Montiere isn't helping the situation either—the stupid vampire grinds everything. Don't get me wrong. I love him. But he slows every writing attempt to a careful crawl. I've concluded that's because he's a genius and a cult-leader, and if I can't show that, I've failed as an author. It would be so easy to forgo this chapter altogether and just have a line where Salieri calls Montiere "charismatic" and be done with it. Have another character call him a "seductive cult-leader." Yeah, I could do that.

What a freak'n cop out that would be.

I guess I should get out of bed...