Awww. Very sweet, Sail. How much do I love the penguin cookie jar drabbles? Thiiiiis much. And now she has a dog!

Thumbs up on chapter three from 6 year old Ashley, but Renny is "too scary because he is mean to Sam."

There's apparently a recording of her comments that I can hear later.

Jilli the Bat makes an appearance in chapter 5, the goth bats of London.

Jilli the Bat makes an appearance in chapter 5, the goth bats of London.

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ohmygoshreally! Allyson, you darling.

Oh sweet jiminy Christmas-- chapter four of Between Here & Gone (AKA the sixties story) is finally done. It only took me since, oh, I dunno... MARCH. Talk about terror, that I'd never be able to finish this chapter and talk about frustration, that I knew what I wanted it to do and where I wanted to take it and simply couldn't seem to do it.

As silly as it might sound, I feel like I can actually breathe a little easier right now. Damn, but this story's a bitch.

The dive challenge is now closed.

The new challenge is blur.

Oh, rock ON. I just had a very productive writing morning. Plot point that came out of left field, but makes perfect, inevitable sense. At least, for right now.

I don't think I've written anything really good since the computer virus. It sounds ridiculous, but I think it shook my confidence. Any suggestions?

Write a drabble where you have a character smite a virus?

I mean, just something ridiculous and silly and that you can take your frustrations out on?

Maybe. I suppose it's like being afraid after somebody broke in your house.

Based on what we were talking about in the literary thread, about detail and not wanting to overwhelm a manuscript while at the same time informing it, this is a snippet of what I wrote yesterday. This is the type of feel I'm trying to go for. Keeping in mind that the character in question is a seventeen year-old, extremely wealthy Cuban girl, intelligent, but kept fairly sheltered. This snippet if from a scene taking place on New Year's Eve, 1958.

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"I spoke with your father earlier today. I believe he was actually hoping that I'd be able to convince you to get married this spring or summer, before I started law school, so that we could be settled and on our way out of the country—especially with things the way they are." His expression grew serious as he gazed down at me.

With Fidel, I knew he meant. But mira, this was Cuba. Things were never settled, at least not politically. Someone was always trying to overthrow someone else. "Do you really think it could be a problem?" I wanted my adventure, true, but I wanted the things I held most dear, my family and my home, to remain the same. To be there at the end of the day.

"I don't know." He lifted his head, glanced around quickly and when he spoke, his voice was even softer than before. "Before, it's always been a case of favors exchanged and money promised and our lives and businesses could go on as before, but listening to our fathers and my tíos, they truly feel there is something different about Fidel. That the things we took for granted in the past aren't likely to be as simple anymore."

True. From what little I'd seen, el comandante definitely seemed cut from a different cloth—believing fervently in Cuba. But perhaps… not the same Cuba I knew.

"Do you want to get married right away, then?"

"Only if you'd want to." He smiled. "And I know you don't. Not yet. So I told him we could wait. And that regardless, I'd take care of you and wouldn't allow anything to come between us. I wasn't wrong, was I?" His hand trembled slightly over mine, hiding what I knew rested on the third finger, as if he was waiting for my assurance.