Am waiting for dinner to cook.

Off to what feels like an excellent start. First line of the book, for today anyway: "The cut appeared slowly, a welling red line of blood against Father’s white sleeve." The first scene is done, and it's not any of the ones I had written down on my list. But--for today, anyway--it feels right.

Will see if I can do more later. But first, family must eat.

300 or so words down, probably 50-60K to go.