Victory?
Back to bed, read another 80 pages of Saberhagen, and then fell into blessed sleep.
Four hours later, I’m up, showered, and eating oatmeal.
With a novel outline for the short story plot I came up with yesterday. Damnit.
Writing the hook down in the brown notebook, and then it’s back to B.2. The new pacing should work fine, and we’re gonna leave the outline alone for as long as possible today.
Wish me luck.
Still feel like crap, still can’t sleep, and still have an extra ticket or two to tomorrow night’s Mariners game. Also, still interested in taking in Wednesday’s afternoon game.
Any takers?
