It's true, I hate delays. My new novel isn't anywhere near where I want it to be. And, I'm learning that writing while you're frustrated isn't the best idea. Thank goodness that the only person giving me a deadline is me, myself. The funnest thing I am doing lately is researching all the historical facts needed for my novel, and they are plenty. Aztec sacrificial practices, The Knights Templar, Occult elitist groups, Ect. But, considering how satisfied I felt when finishing my other two novels, I'm sure the end result of this one will be worth it as well. As of today, I have been writing for fourteen years. It's scary to think if I'm able to continue on for another fourteen years. The material I come up with will still have to be satisfactory to my own morbid standards, as well as anyone who enjoys reading my works!