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Poor thing
  I made some good notes today on index cards on my drive to work (don't tell my employer), and input them in my outline (which needs a good cleanup). I know what happens next in general terms.
  But I didn't write today because constructing the details feels too hard, so I'm still at:
  1/12
  My poor heroine. She's the victim here. Last night I left her literally in a roadside ditch in Wisconsin in Janurary, alone, and she's going to have to stay there until at least tomorrow.