stop. start. stutter.

Well, despite an unplanned sixteen-hour nap -- this week has been a fairly bad pain week, since I've dislocated a few of my neck vertebrae, and sleeping is painful because it manages to undo all of the work I've done to get them back in, so I declared that I just wouldn't sleep at all until it's totally healed; it is perfectly logical dammit, and unfortunately has proven to be perfectly impossible, as I am no longer young and carefree and capable of spending 72 hours awake without falling flat on my face, alas -- I have still managed to make some progress on the manuscript:

I'm not done writing for the 'day', yet, but I did say you could all throw rotten fruit at me if I didn't stick to this, so I figured I'd post an update, lest the chucking begin.

And thanks to some very smart people -- you know who you are! -- yesterday, I have unearthed some really cool things about this world and this book. Which will, no doubt, require me to take two days off in the middle of the book and research neurology, cognitive science, and ASL grammar and structure. Yeah, it was supposed to be a lighthearted sports space opera. SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LET THEM HAVE THE KEYBOARD.