Friday, January 21, 2005

I sit here, still in my jammies, no incentive to get dressed. I looked out the window, a vast expanse of white. A few fluffy flakes floating down. We are under a winter storm advisory. More of the white stuff on the way for the Chicago area. The heaviest accumulation along the Illinois - Wisconsin border (gasp - us) especially for those closest to Lake Michigan (double gasp - us again).

The book is progressing. My heroine has been kidnapped. Her psychotic kidnapper is using psychological torture in the form of sleep deprivation and mind games on her. The hero is working with Scotland Yard in a desperate attempt to find her. I have expanded this section, focusing on how psycho is breaking her down and how she is attempting to resist. She does get beaten up pretty good but puts up one hell of a fight, she is no Xena though. She is just a small (5'3") fiery American in her mid forties. Who thanks to keeping her self physically fit, at least inflicts some damage.

I have a good handle on her physical recovery. Her psychological recovery will be trickier. She is strong and I don't want her to become wimpy. I also don't want to drag it out too long. I just don't want to trivialize it either.

Broomhilda worshipped the goddess at 8:59 AM

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