The days are blending together. I write a flash story and sent it out to publisher, but maybe I did that yesterday....
I did a lot of snippets, a lot of them on scrap paper. Chapter 12 is still going slowly. Chapter 15 decided to shape up a little. And the end started rolling out.
I could write a couple hundred more words, but I think I need to wash my hair instead. (Personal hygiene is not the enemy of the writer....)
(EDIT: and of course I got out of the shower and had a whole new scene from a different chapter live in my head, so there I was dripping wet, scribbling madly at 3am. Hey, when things catch fire, they catch fire.)