Fat and Plotless

No, I'm not nearly as depressed as the title sounds, but the gist of it is true: After spending JUST THE WEEKEND at the in-laws' house, I am up three pounds. Darn that Easter candy.

And this week I am going to plot out the rest of Road To Passion (I almost wrote 'attempt to plot,' but that sounds like I'm already dooming myself to failure). I came up with a way to up the stakes for the hero, but not sure if it will work. We will see.

So this week: No candy, plenty o' plot. Even though I'm better at eating the former, and totally lame at the latter.