Although I am *supposed* to be concentrating on my linguistics paper—which I now have a topic for, WOOT!—my brain has inexplicably been full of my Cinderella story (which doesn’t have a name yet, drat the luck).

I started on an outline a couple of days ago, but I hit a block, as usual, after 2 (roughly 8x10) handwritten pages. The next day, I had to wash our quilt (thanks to the cat yakking on it—gross!); I challenged myself to finish the damn outline during the last 30 minutes of the cycle—and I did! I ended up with a little over 8 pages. I have everything that needs to *happen*, but I still need to jot down what needs to be *told* and start figuring out where I can put that info into the story.

Then when I was washing the dishes, bits of dialogue bubbled up to the surface of my brain, so I ended up taking lots of writing breaks. That brought my total up to 10 handwritten pages. Not bad, for me. It might actually end up as a story one of these years.