It’s late! Almost time for sleeps. I did the thing tonight where I started reading with the intention of finishing something—the first act of Titus Andronicus oooweee does that one start out a little rough, eh?—and suddenly it was almost time to get ready for bed. I hadn’t even eaten yet.
I remember that so clearly as a kid—time disappearing like that while I read something. It is a joy. And what a beautiful evening it’s been, too, to accompany that.
I am wiped, though. Got my writing done. Up and at it. Tomorrow will be the same, which is why its so important to get to bed. I’m a handful of days away from finishing this outline. Less than that. I think I might have to go through the thing and read it, because I think there may be some pacing things to tighten up, I’ve dragged some plot lines out a bit too much, perhaps…but the finish line is in sight. Woohoo! I’ll start writing in April. The earliest ever. I can’t wait.
Night night.