sillyI suppose if I could fall asleep while reading, it would help—at least I'd be asleep before 12 instead of just scrunching down into my pillow, on my stomach, opposite knee and arm raised. But reading in bed does nothing of the sort. It keeps me up, just one more page. Just until the end of the chapter. Just until I find out if the heroine ever makes a damn decision about who she's really in love with already.
Starting a post at 11 is dangerous...I might not actually finish until it's tomorrow, but at the same time it's motivation to write something TODAY. It's a deadline, albeit a silly one. It's not like I'll turn into a pumpkin if the clock strikes twelve while I'm finishing a sen
