I spent some time outside last night before my fingers felt too numb to type and did about another page. When I read over the page afterwards, I realized that it sucked so hard, it wasn't even funny.

I have clocked out, is the reality of the situation.

I had that chance to write this in November and never did, and anxiety, and excitement, over the fact that it's December 4th and two new projects are waiting for me has just made my mind check out of He's There land, no matter how I try to come back to it so I can get the chapter done and suddenly jump to WL and HTP.

Even knowing this, I felt guilty with the prospect of stopping where I am now, when another great truth came to light-

What is the logic in even finishing this chapter; this intense chapter which I intended to shock my readers as well as my own characters, when I will be setting it down afterwards? Cliff-hangers are great for readers, but when I think of the effect it has on the writer, I realize that the kind of thing that happens in 24 is what should remain fresh and boiling in my mind when I write for Lily in the following chapters; in 25, 26, and 27. How believable would it be to have a mind experience what it will in this chapter and then have it sit around for three months before returning to sound surprised and confused? It's nonsense. I have to be on that high to carry out the rest of it.

When I realized this- that I was going to damage the situation even further by trying to pump this out when I was dead inside and in a hurry, and going to numb my head and fill it with other subjects before returning to her reaction, it seemed silly.

I'm just going to put it on hiatus now. It's for the best.