One is supposed to stay up *until* midnight for New Years. Instead, I wake up, my mind’s wired on my story, and I can’t get back to sleep. Oh well, I don’t have to work tomorrow either, so may as well get some writing in.
Going to try to force myself to get a couple of hours in, knowing I’ll regret it otherwise. Here’s a quote, though. “Who buys a house without closets? A murderer, that’s who.”