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In which I plot-noodle furiously.


OK, I admit it, I'm stuck. This is probably has a lot to do with being sleep-deprived, sniffly, and stuck on top of a high mountain with far too many people, but it may also be related to trying to write a complicated plot.

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Unstuck

The noodling helped, as did getting a couple of hours of almost-alone time this afternoon. Words have been typed. They all consist of -- surprise -- characters sitting around talking, but they do move things forward. Hero is almost out of the door, and I figured out a way around the Secret Service problem.