I’ve written around a thousand words toward the next chapter in the NaNoWriMo 2 Novel, and I really wanted to finish this chapter this evening, but I’m being overtaken with a rare desire to sleep. Normally I would push through another few hours and get this out, but part of healing is getting a good night rest.
So, when the sleep bell tolls . . .
I don’t ask questions. I know it tolls for me.
It may have something to do with the temperature being around 1° F outside, or it may have to do with the fact that I am typing laying down, and my body is used to sleep whenever I am horizontal (about four hours each night). Or it could be because I am fasting, and that always throws me off.
Whatever the reason, I will try and put this up sometimes tomorrow morning or early afternoon (I have to go see a doctor about some blood work early in the morning).
My apologies to all them who were eagerly awaiting the two main characters getting killed. (That’s called a teaser; it’s almost always misleading.)
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