Page eleven took some doin'. I knew basically what characters I wanted to use and what I might say, but it took forever to break the page. I wound up cleaning for two days trying to break the writer's block to no avail. And then I became creatively dyslexic. 
Waiting in line at a Wendy's I figured it out and broke… page thirteen. And with Love and Capes I like to work in order, so.
Finally, it came to me in church what to do on this page. Some people would say it was me not paying attention to the homily, but I like to think of it as divine inspiration.
Still one more clunky page to do, but I've got a bit of a car ride ahead of me. Long car rides do help jar things loose.