I'd like to say the full assortment of disasters stayed out of the way for long enough to let me finish this chapter, but the truth is that I finished the last portion of it during a two-hour period of waiting for the nurse to call me back. I was told that the hospitals are just that flooded with the covid surge, it might take a while for anyone to reach out, and -- two hours passed.
So it's more that the disasters were out of contact.
(I just called back and got through. Things are marginally better than they were. Tomorrow is for trying to contact at least one doctor, getting through to the Patients' Advocacy department, and attempting to get a copy of some discharge records.)
(I may be starting into a lawsuit against her last care center.)
(...it's complicated. Blog tomorrow.)
There were other interruptions today. Other calls. (Also blog tomorrow.) But I managed to put 7400 words together, and so a chapter now exists. Given the way December has been trying to systemically put all of 2020 into a one-month package, I'll take that as a sign of progress.
I'm going to try and get something else posted on Christmas itself, and the current intention is to go for a one-shot. I can even give you the title.
For The Alicorn Who Has Nothing (Which Fits)
The current problem is that I have one title and twp possible ways to take the story.
...I know you're watching, December. I know you're planning something. I may just try to go for it anyway.
(Come on, 2021.)
(I know the new year could be worse. But at least it'll need to work for it.)