Bonkers day yesterday and I ought to be a state of sleeply dreamage. Instead, I'm wide awake at four in the morning.
I blame the poets. It was the same last year. I'd come home from class totally fired up with ideas and at the same time sweating about whether it was right for me to suggest they edit out that 'and'. Lovely class.
Yesterday morning I wrote a short monologue. A thousand words. Straight down. Bang. I amazed myself. It's for a competition and I thought I was close to the deadline. As it happens it isn't till the end of next week, so I am now having a leisurely redraft. It's quite soothing. Yawn.