It was a dark and stormy night

And it was, too, on this night that I returned to the project to begin EP07. I've been writing IBRT stuff the last few days, and facilitating (I hesitate to call it 'teaching') a writer's workshop for the IBRT. Sheparding fledgling writers can be difficult, so I didn't see the possibility of writing much for the SL until tonight. Something about the good rain with an occasional flash of thunder made me think I could get started. I could. Seven has been begun, if only the first page of it. The problem, as I see it, is that this is another descent into the abyss. How to make those things interesting when there's, what, four of them? Is a challenge. For some reason, the voice in Gillian's head started envolking Lovecraft. Hmmm.