It's 10:32pm.
My eyes are tired. It's because they are 41 years old. The writing hasn't begun yet. We are not allowed to start yet. We can only think, plan, plot, discuss, prepare our idea and our outline.
The pantry is packed, along with my beer fridge. Yes. It's mine.
My friend Nicole is here. She's not just keeping me company. In fact, she'll be staying out of my way. She'll be doing that while she coincidentally works on finishing the grammatical edit of her own novel, one that is from the point of view of a man. She is so brave.
I have a couple of choices. I can stay up until midnight, write for a bit then go to bed and sleep a few hours and get up at the crack of dawn and continue. Or, I can go to bed soon, sleep until 2 or 3am, get up and start writing. Either way, it means I must be out of my mind!
No, I'm not. I'm so in my mind right now it's utterly captivating. I have a semblance of a plan, but won't know anything until I get going. It's both very exciting and nerve-wrecking. I love it.
It feels like Christmas Eve.
Good night, elves.
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