Leaving Rivendell, that haven of the thought-out plot, I slog day by day. One word follows another, scenes strung together like nameless days in the wilds of Eriador. This is no place to walk alone. I am grateful for the knowledge given that I did not have to seek, and the nourishment that comes when I am hungry for feedback. I know the destination, if not the landmarks. Companions see that I do not go too far astray.

Balrog! The black pit of unworkable characterizations traps me.

I find the way out and can rest for a time at last.