Finished Chapter 15 last night. Good thing I have a great selection of music to listen to because on Tuesday and Wednesday this chapter was difficult to write. Two suicide episodes were just a bit tragic and tough to put down. Then, there was the end to write, which ultimately turned into a surprise, happy event. Nothing like death and sex to get things bubbly.

Did a bit of Excel boo-boos on reporting the results of the last chapter. The total word count now equals 97,354 and the projected 20 chapter word count stands at 129,805.

I think I’ll do a wedding in Chapter 16, Chapter 17 will deal with a new resident, Chapter 18 another wedding, Chapter 19 another new resident, and Chapter 20 will bring the story to a close with children arriving at the core group’s residences. Yes, adopted children in straight, gay, and lesbian households. Should be a fun, happy ending.

Of course, maybe that will all change. Sometimes I just can’t quite control what happens in a story, Chapter 15 being a prime example. One tragedy almost hit too close to home.

Saw at great quote on Facebook this afternoon:

I began to realize how important it was to be an enthusiatist in life. If you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it full speed. Embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. Lukewarm is no good.

Roald Dahl