Listening to: The Rosebuds, “Let’s Hold Hands and Fight”

So far tonight I have:

• Found a giant plot hole, like, the size of Kansas–and found a way to patch it.
• Figured out just how my MC is going to get out of this hole I dug her in–and from which I was certain, pretty much from the beginning, no escape was possible. One of those transcendent moments of writing that keep me going.
• Stood on the high-wire, juggling a dozen balls, six trout, and a watermelon, knowing there’s no net to catch me if I fall–and gotten to the halfway point, where if I can just keep this up, I know I can make it, and maybe even make it look good.
• Paid my credit card bill. Hey, it was on my to-do list.
• Written 2,942 words.
• Fallen back in love with this book. I’ll admit, it lost its shine for a few days there, when I wasn’t even entirely sure I could salvage it–but now I adore it.

I’d say that’s a pretty good night, but I’m not done. Not by a long shot.