After sushi at Lan last night (I thought I was losing my mind when I couldn't find it, and I know Third Avenue like the back of my hand.) I had some coffee and went back to my bunker where I sat down for the writing session I wanted so badly. I wrote a bit but I also looked over some work I did months ago. Normally at these sorts of things I cringe, but I was shocked...I actually thought it was good. Not godo because I did and I wanted to stroke my own ego, but good because it was.
I was pleased. Progress is such a good feeling.
Around 3:00 AM I fell asleep with the lights and didn't get up until 11:00 this morning because the phone would just not stop ringing, as has been the case for the last few days. Everyone wants a piece of La Pauline...
I'm off to the races now.
