Finally back to doing some writing (skipping thesis workshop, huzzah, because I am auditing that class now and can do stuff like that! =^.^=).  Finally over some manner of plague that debilitated me last week and prevented me from getting any writing done then (in addition to other fun events that it prevented me from attending...).  Over the past hour and forty-five, I've touched up ten pages, shifted a few things around, tightened a few other things, and then wrote a paragraph.  Then.  I hit a wall.

This character of mine is stuck in a family's library.  It's 1910, it's still early in the morning, I'm trying to use the second episode of this novella to reflect on the family and "the way things were" while also showing clues building up to the big reveal (it's a sort of detective story, after all, and Miss Christine Henderson--the daughter of the family and our protagonist and avid reader--is the one whose POV pieces the entire story together).  Dear Christine, please, please, please tell me how you want to get out of this bloody library.

Oy.  It's good to be back at the grind, but I'm itching to get this thing moving again.  I've considered skipping and writing parts III and IV first, but this is the kind of issue that I need to get resolved before I can go on.  Otherwise?  It'll keep bothering me and I won't be able to do the other stuff.  So...I need to get Christine out of the library and interacting with people.  I'm sure I'll figure it out.