So today, it’s back to Revision Hell, or more appropriately, Xibalba, since this is the Mayan fantasy. I didn’t plan to do a full “dark & early” schedule this week, but That Man had to be up early for work, so I’m up too. Unfortunately, we both had a really bad night of sleeping. Yes, I’m still coughing. The monsters were up way too late, dreading the return to school, I suppose. All in all, I’m feeling pretty much like death warmed over, but I did get a little writing done.
I’m still frantic about that notebook. It had all my character diagrams in it. For the newer characters, like Dr. Tara Portman and Special Agent Quinn Salazar, those were the only notes I had about their dark secrets. I think I remember most of what I need, but what if I don’t? It also held the original timeline paradigm for each act with my notes about each character thread. I never fully translated those sheets into my Excel doc. Again, I think I remember most of what I need…but I might not, either.
I must find that notebook. The problem is, I can’t remember how long ago I had it. I’m pretty sure I took it in the car with me on a recent trip. Perhaps over Christmas? But I can’t remember why I would have done that, unless I thought I might work on the Mayan story in the car. I knew I wouldn’t really start on it until January, though, so that doesn’t quite make sense. I guess I’ll start calling people and see if I left it at their house, but surely they would have called if they’d found it. I already looked in the car, but I’ll check again, under the seats, everywhere. I’ve been through all my usual places to stash things in the house, and bribed the monsters with a reward if they can find it.
Yet it’s still gone. 
ETA: I FOUND IT! And I can’t even blame the monsters for misplacing it. It was downstairs on the wrong side of my recliner, underneath a small plastic container of art supplies.
This morning, I started the next scene. It should eventually connect with the first draft where I can cut and paste, but so far, it’s all new words.
Words: 920
NSR second draft: 35,077
Snippet:
“He was a fool to tamper with magic of which he had no understanding.” The arch of his eyebrow asked whether she was as big a fool. He leaned forward, his eyes glowing brighter. “Don’t you understand, lady? Fresh from Xibalba where they’ve been imprisoned an eternity, they were still powerful enough to kill me. Meanwhile, each moment they’re free, they’re killing and gaining power with every drop of blood. I have no magic strong enough to force them back. They’ll spread rot, disease, death, and torture, from sea to sea, people to people, as quickly as possible. I can’t stop them. Yet I must if I’m to save any of our people at all.”
