So, today, while working on Hybrid on my day off, I came to the kind of realisation that writers hate.
There is a hole.
In my plot.
A rather sizeable hole COVERING TWO MONTHS OF ACTION.
I damn near had a panic attack. But that's okay. Because Mire and I had an Emergency Plot Session that was interrupted by bits of evidence of our combined lack of concentration.
We are officially going to the HP themepark in costume when I get to America. I'm Bellatrix. She's Hermione. It's going to be AWESOME.
But yes. I have solved the Plot Problem thanks to Mire and no thanks at all to the Plot Monster. It has been solved in a most diabolical manner, of course.
And I have not much more to say... oh, I suppose I could talk about my mental instability. I have started going to counselling again (first time since I was fourteen) in an attempt to stabilise. So yeah. I'll keep y'all posted on that.