One leap forward, one leap back

Chapter 20 is done at 1672. But it does mean a new scene needs to be added to the beginning of 21. Or depending on how that scene plays out, 21 might move up to 22. There needs to be a transition of where 20 ends (felt natural there) and where 21 began. Right now I think I know how it will, and it might only be 400 words, but there's this voice saying, "Wait, there maybe more possibility there." And last night as I went to sleep I had begun to worry that at 34000 words approaching the final act that there wasn't enough "there" there. So that voice may just be the "you need to expand a little" gremlin creeping up.

Since I haven't done it for awhile, today's lunch writing gem.

The Old Man launched into another tirade which consisted of asking me if I understood the difference between dissimilar things and could find parts of my own anatomy unassisted. I fully expected the paint on the walls to have curled from the invectives. Mr. Hernandez could be creative in his own way. After only ten minutes that felt like a hundred years, he ran out of steam. I could thank Santana for wearing him down first. He sloughed into the couch, his hands half pulling his hair out, half keeping his head from exploding. "Get out of my sight," he said.