Digging these writing sessions before bed.
They’re small. No pressure. My subconscious has been working on the issues all day.
I’m figuring some stuff out. Finally.
We’ll see what happens when we get to working with my editor/coach, however 😛 We. Shall. See.
Worked hard and long today. Like a pickle. Okay, so that’s more like crunchy, but whatever. Cronch, indeed.
Exhausted. Night!