Okay, I admit it. I still don't know how this is going to end, but I'm having too much fun writing it to stop and think about the direction now. Also, I'm pretty darn close to writing myself into a corner. Isn't that great?
And one thought runs through my head at a time like this... 'All right, Joan Wilder. Write us out of this one.'
Of course, it's always possible I'm losing my mind. Weeeee.