Feeling better and keeping busy

I felt much better than yesterday, well enough to type up the first chapter/prologue of my "Constantine" fic, and take a stab at the next chapter. I have a good feeling about this fic, but there again, it *is* writing therapy. I'm planning one part where the main female character kinda vents her bile about how shoddy the bishop is, just saying the kind of things she'd want to say to his face, but she doesn't dare, bad words and all; to which Constantine replies, "That's the first sensible thing I've heard anyone from this parish say."