I don't want to go to the doctor. I have to go the dentist this afternoon anyway, to get my permanent crown (hurrah! It popped off on Sunday, and I just popped it back in rather than messing with it; it's stayed on since, but I'll be glad not to have to worry about it anymore.) And to get two cavities filled, which is OK, and one wisdom tooth pulled, which I'm not looking forward to. I don't remember ever having a tooth pulled, and since my wisdom tooth doesn't even hurt, I have the feeling that pulling it is going to be ... unpleasant. Well, I'll just hope for the best.
Not much going on in other news. I'm at the 225 page mark on Prophecy, so I've got a week to work my outline back into shape. I'm realizing just how weak my original outline was when it came to the second half of the book. There's a lot of ground to cover, figuratively and literally (the characters do a lot of travelling), but I skimmed over all of it in the original outline.
The first half of the book is mostly written at this point. The second half has huge gaps. I'm hoping to get a handle on what exactly I want to cover in the second half of the book, which should give me a better idea of just how much longer this is going to go on.
(Note to self: writing a door-stopper novel is not fun. Pick a shorter subject next time.)
Anyway, I'd better get back to work. Leaving in two hours anyway for the dentist visit. I bet writing the doorstopper would be more fun. But at least the trip to the dentist will be over faster.