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Yep, I wrote nothing tonight. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Which isn't to say I didn't waste a lot of time not writing all of it.

The highly complex sequence of this nothingness unfolded thusly:

1. Hey, what my bad guy is doing is really kinda dumb.
   
2. [Think for about 8 hours.]
   
3. Ah! I can make it less dumb if I change it a little bit right here. Now it's much less dumb.
   
4. [Stare at open doc for several more hours.]
   
5. How come I still can't seem to get forward traction again?
   
6. Oh. That's because while what the bad guy is doing is no longer totally dumb, it's also more complicated a way of doing what should be a pretty simple thing*, which makes for much ridiculousness and unsubtle villainy of the twirling-moustache-and-tophat school of dastardly behavior.
   
7. I can fix this by removing the last chapter and a half.
   
8. Dammit, that screws my wordcount pretty badly. What should I do?
   
9. [Stare at open doc all evening, can't bring self to delete anything, can't bring self to continue from that point forward having now acknowledged that it's bad.]
   
10. Crap. Now I'm *really* stuck.

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* huh... use nanotech to hijack someone's auditory cortex so you can send 'em a private, anonymous message, or...

..write them a note and just don't sign the fucking thing?

Dammit! )-: