I'm going to need one of you to come over and sit with me until I get this last Garden chapter written. I have several unconnected scenes, a butt-load of handwritten notes, an outline that I apparently wrote in Esperanto because I don't know what the hell it says, and a vague desire to write naughty bits, but not sure my naughty bits are good enough. Not my naughty bits--the story--you know what I mean.
Ass-kicking is allowed, coffee provided. You like Jewish Apple Cake? We'll get Mr. R to make one. Or anything, he's a good cook. I'll be too busy making coffee and whining to cook.