Fixed

Two weeks of 2am bed times. Every night staring at the same, gradually changing, bits of prose. Fours hours solid reading other people's work. One night of half a movie, a sofa crash and a 3am crawl into proper bed. A final Friday of rushed response to critique followed by a final hand in/submission.

Job Done. The relult is, hopefully, not too embarassing either.

One weekend of near-noon wakings. One weekend of reading, relaxing, lounging.

I'm fixed. For now. Tonight it starts again.

Aaand Rest…

So tonight I'm taking the advice of pretty much everyone (including myself). I'm sitting on the settee. I've got a bunch of movies. I'm not moving. I'm not opening Scrivener. I'm not opening my notebook. I'm going to do my level best not to think about my writing projects at all. I'm going to get an early night and tomorrow morning (because I will get up) I'm going to edit like crazy.