It still won't let me title the posts. Don't know why. I was going to call this one "Laurell falls down the rabbit hole" or something like that.

It's not been the weekend that Jon and I would have wished. He's still under the weather. Though it's down to a cough and no fever now. An improvement. Our romantic weekend was on the sick list just like my sweetie.

I often find solace in the writing when other things are not working out, but not this weekend. This weekend the book just sulked. Why? Well, the scene didn't work. It was such a cool scene, but it's doesn't go here. Jason, the character, finally pointed out the cool scene would make this less his book and more just another book in the series. I needed to stay on track for the plot. I mourn the scene, but he's right. So tomorrow I sit down at my desk with a clean slate, and I'll finish the scene so it matches the original intent of the book, and not the rabbit hole I fell down. Apparently, it didn't lead to Wonderland, and all I got was dirt in my hair from going too far down into the dark. (Yes, I am aware that American rabbits do not build underground burrows, or tunnels, like their European counterparts, but the reference is originally from ALICE IN WONDERLAND by Lewis Carroll, which is a British story.)