I'm procrastinating again. No matter how many chapters I have saved on various computers, in notebooks, on napkins...I have to rewrite them. I may have mentioned this before. The story hasn't been working because it has to come from the daughter. That's OK. I didn't want it to be her story, initially but I think that'll work best.
Except for all of the rewriting. I'm lazy. Of course, if I had a hot cup of coffee on the desk, rather than a glass of red wine, that'd probably help. A little. ;)