-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Miss a night of exercises, such as they are, and it's back to four hours of useless sleep.
Figured out the major plot point that's been evading me for system for the last, well, two years. Bit of a cop-out, but it works. Started rewriting it last night, so the Chicago stuff comes first, then L.A., then the first bits with the narrator, who still needs a name.
Got the first draft of this here book review ready for the DOJ last night... need to throw it by a couple people. Meh, etc.
OMG! What kind of 'nightly exercises' are you up to, Bryan?!?Posted by: calliope at June 27, 2005 7:19 PM
Fabio comes to me when I'm sleeping! He calls me a pretty ballerina and takes me away to a magical land full of talking daffodils and prancing tortoises!Posted by: bda at June 27, 2005 11:49 PM