7 am and I still can't sleep.
Last night it wasn't until 6am, and before that 5am. I suppose I can take comfort in the fact the I shall inevitably come all the way back around to my "regular" hours, like some kind of Magellan of the slumber seas.
I meant to get a lot of writing done to-day (Tuesday I mean). And I didn't.
Damnit, to-morrow. To-morrow!
In Caitlín Kiernan's journal, she mentions keeping herself to a 1000 words a day regimen. I think that's a very good idea. Only, I write everything in notebooks before typing up so . . . er . . . I think I'll try for at least . . . ten pages. Yeah, that should do.
I may see the end of my novel yet!
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