041920: 2 = 51

The past two days saw me throw 51 additional pages onto the new novel, which I'd been neglecting for a few weeks.

PROJECT TORPEDO had been stuck in the mud a bit, with an A Section I was fairly happy with, and a plan for the C, D and E Sections I was anxious to get to.

But without the bridge I was unconfortable moving on to them. Historically that spells doom like a soothsayer waving down Caesar.

Saturday morning I reworked the A, changed the voice of it, murdered two of its pages, and the story just started pouring out of me.

I have a B Section. And I'm very happy with it.

I also have a new working title, but I may eventually tire of that one, too. Who knows?