I hit a brick wall today. Not literally, of course. I'm talking about the writing. I've been sailing right through this latest short story, but I came across a problem with the character's development: he suddenly became some Jack Reacher, uber-hero. So, now I have to backtrack, which I hate. So, basically it will take me most of tonight and tomorrow to re-write the last page and a half, and then grumble about it for at least a half-day while watching re-runs of Flava of Love. FLAVA FLAV!