As this pandemic drags on, but certain small signs of normalcy return to this country and New York City in particular, I find that I'm able to pick up where I left off with Too Much Love - at least in small doses.
Readers following know that I paused the action in the middle of a massive party held in the heart of New York City and full of people who couldn't wait to get into each other's personal space and breathe on each other. Even thinking about Nick's Hamilton party was kind of grossing me out for months.
Depending on how you measure it, I'm either 13 or 22 pages into Chapter 63. I might hate the first section, but I think I'm leaving it as is in the name of moving forward.
Also in the name of moving forward, this may be a shorter chapter than I was churning out. Instead of worrying about ending on a "must continue" note, I'm planning three sections, probably about 32 pages all told.
Thank you to everyone who wrote to encourage me or just reach out during the lockdown. I've been eager to get back to this story pretty much the whole time, but writing a sex-centric story when the idea of people touching each other was creeping you out just wasn't working.