Time for Chapter 11.
**Sidenote: Am I the only one that does this when I write?
I pile my iced coffee with extra ice, because later that melted ice will be the much anticipated (and needed!) second drink course.
I am considering recording myself reading the Hamilton Chapters the way I envision them, so that others can understand (without the glaring evidence of my need for punctuation assistance at some crucial point) how the story sounds in my head.
As a poet I find the way the book sounds is just as important to me, as the story itself.