I've slept from 01:00 until 16:42 today. I have to admit that is a fairly rare occurrence. I am embarrassed - for some reason - when I do this. <sigh>I could blame it on NaNoWriMo and my long writing hours, if I were doing better at NaNo. But, alas, I am not.</sigh> I don't get to use "alas" a lot. *beams with pride*
I will begin to write - being well-rested and all - as soon as I have finished my pork chop and mac'n'cheese. I suspect, however, that my word count will be something The Count will be easily able to handle. I have never noticed that he counts above five. So it looks like a sad sort of night. I lack motivation. I'm still sleepy after all that snoozin'
Still, I suppose things aren't hopeless. There are five hours today left for writing. Goals are arbitrary, and I am actually slightly ahead in word count and - to quote Margaret Mitchell (or Scarlett O'Hara) "After all... tomorrow is another day." I never know just to whom I should attribute a quote, the character that speaks it on film or in the book or the author. Oh well, can't go wrong mentioning both!