Today’s soundtrack: I’ve been on tenterhooks, ending in dirty looks
Today at 12:02am: Glass o’ wine with the new neighbor.

I just cranked out 523 words and I feel fucking great. I am going to finish this book, yes I am. It doesn’t matter if it sucks or not, what matters is that I am going to fucking finish it no matter what. I’ll worry about if it sucks later.

The upshot to my temporary downturn of work is that now I can stay up late and tickle the ivories/plastics. Having your eyes open during the wee hours are essential to writing. I don’t think I’ve ever written anything good before 1am. I don’t know what it is but I can’t get the words to flow properly unless the sun’s over China.

Trying not to freak out because I may not have the bills covered next month due to the work slowdown. But I’m resisting the urge to go out and get more freelance; I’d rather use the time to write. Forget the bills, I have to type. Gotta keep the story going, and as long as I’ve got juice for the laptop it’s all good. I’ll pay the Con Ed but fuck the phone.