Deep Grey Sea

She was a tiny blue island in a deep grey sea with the not so subtle green skyline of trees behind her. And she was completely entranced in the television.

28,385 or 56% of the 50,000 word goal. Slow and steady. My goal right now is to float enough material that the next minor scene doesn't clock in until 30k and the next major until 35k. If I'm at 40k by the time Dean has another morning, then everything should flow just fine. What that translates to is having the next big conflict start when I hit the computer on Saturday. That seems a mightly long way from today, but we'll see how it goes. The above excerpt is from Dean's reaction to seeing Joy's mom for the first time in 5 years, in Joy's large new house no less. I'm not done with Joy and Dean just yet so it's possible it will stretch out. Still, I feel a plot hole developing, not the kind one writes around but rather the type you have to swim through.