1) The chapter is almost done. I have my 6000 words, and I put them in the right order and revised them. I'll probably add in a couple of references tomorrow and I'm good to go. It's not
the chapter I was originally intending on writing, mostly because that would have been too rude to people I'm probably going to have to work with. Also because that chapter would have been way over word count. Hopefully the book editors will be sympathetic.
2) The spare spare bedroom (used to be the cat room, for those who've been to the house) is rapidly becoming yellow. I feel so butch.
3) There's something very wrong with a species that can do this
before it can cure disease or build antigravity belts. I can't help feeling that universe creation ought to be harder