The story is still telling itself by making my fingers type it out whenever I sit at the open Scrivener window. I really want to do this for a living but am having a moment of low confidence that nobody would want to read what I write. Well, in this case I am writing it because I have to write it. It is writing itself through me. If someone wants to read it all well and good. I wish I had more self confidence and that one small throw-away comment could not demolish me, like it can and does.
P.S. The wordcount meter in the footer of this post never updates in time. I have written 8076 words at time of typing this.