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Hnnng. Back to the novel after two insane weeks during which I have written fuck-all. As I type this, 6200 words of Chapter 7 exist. The urge to leave it unfinished for now and go on to Chapter 8 or even Chapter 10 (which is a good bit and has Marvin in it) is powerful. However, thumping out short stories to deadlines has taught me the foolishness of this approach. You shall die, Chapter 7, and by my hand. That's one book and one movie quoted already. Time for a nap.