51,762. Trying to find my way back into the story, although I’m not sure where to go. Can’t find my copy of Ayn Rand’s “The Art of Fiction,” which I was reading a while ago. Discovered I also have her book, “The Art of Non-Fiction,” which I’ve not read yet. Anyway, I’m wasting time this morning. I’m apprehensive about the story, yet I know I can write it. Just have to think it through. It won’t even take 50,000 more words. I’ve got a case of Steinbeck’s Welsh rats. So, “Silk River,” where was I?