Midnights, March: 15

It’s so annoying when I say things like “I’LL TRY AGAIN TOMORROW,” because tomorrow keeps turning into today and all those things I said I’d do have to get done even though the only thing I want to do is slink to the ground muttering, “But I am le tiiired.”

Albie slept in this morning and Bill was home to occupy his wiggly little bottom, so I did some writing. I DID IT. I went through a story I’ve been working on for months (years? everything is a blur) and I filled in the gaps between scenes. It is not good writing. I literally just wrote, “Then this happens. Then this happens. And then, this.” But it’s story. I’m getting it done. I’m plastering over the holes; I’ll paint them neatly later.

MAYBE TOMORROW.