Apparently Capital One's car insurance does not cover accidents in Israel, somewhere else, and Ireland, both in the north and the republic. Dammit. :P I mean, we had coverage through the car rental agency, but we had a 900 euro deductible, so, well, dammit. Oh well. Nothing to be done about it.
For someone with a stuffy head, I've done pretty well on the writing front today. 2000 words so far, and in a little bit here I'm going to go back up to MY OFFICE, did I mention I have an OFFICE? because you know, I have an OFFICE now! and probably finish up this chapter.
I still don't think I've actually gotten to the beginning of the story. I can't really tell. I'm doing stuff that lets me get to know the character and can almost certainly be used later as backstory, but it probably doesn't belong *here* at the *beginning* of the book. OTOH, I have started with the requisite bang, and if I can pull it back around to another bang at the end of chapter two, heck, it might work after all. I know I can get bang in by the end of chapter 3. We'll see how it goes. In the worst case scenario I can turn it in and say, "I'm pretty sure this isn't the beginning of the book, exactly, but here's a feel for the character and a synopsis". :)
Speaking of which. Jeez. I .knew. I'd written the first 3 chapters of HOUSE OF CARDS for the proposal I turned in in January, but two books and three months later I actually had to go open the file and look at it to make sure I /had/ done it. I didn't read it, except for the first line (which I liked), but I think that's the first time I've ever had to go *look* at a file to make sure it existed. Sheesh. o.O
'k. If I go finish this chapter, I can watch some La Femme Nikita, or read another book. I am not caught up on reading yet, and I am not sufficiently involved in writing this book (since I won't be writing it for six more months) to be unable to read something, so I probably oughta read while I still can.
Right. I'm off, then.