I start to write, phone rings. I start to write, family starts chattering at me. I try to write and my body says, go bio now. I mean, how many interruptions can I put up with some days. Yeah yeah, I know, I'm whining. I have four chapters in the can, working on chapter five now. Banadin has heard part of the prolog and will confirm I have created a character that is just over the top evil that must be dealt with.