God help me, I just realized I have two characters in "If I Had a Million Dollars" sharing names with two of the more annoying characters on "7th Heaven."

Just so you know, Lucy and Simon are not named after white-bread, morality-as-anvil spouting tele-Christians of indeterminate faith. They're named after ferrets, which, given the alternative, is much more agreeable.

I can't believe I've been reading the TWOP recaps for a year and it took me until this afternoon to make the connection. God, I suck. But, since "IIHaMD" is never, ever, ever going to sell, we don't have to worry about it. Yay!

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If anyone, like Nok, was wondering, I've hit a wall with the new book. I managed to squeeze a stellar eight pages out today, far short of the required twenty and change. It's possible I could get another twelve out this evening, but the inclination's gone and I haven't anything to spare. It's not that I don't like Harriet or want to spend time with her. It's just, she's too passive, and I have no idea how to snap her into action. She just lets things happen to her, as the days swirl past her. She needs...something. But what? Not even a layoff's enough to course her into a firey ball of emotion.

I'll figure this out. I've already told myself I only have to finish this one and a mere 50 pages of the other before I ship them out. It might be enough.

God, I'm drowning in a sea of my own expectations here. Zat angsty enough for you guys?