It’s my bed time. 10 p.m. And I’ve had too much red wine. BUT I CAN’T QUIT NOW! I don’t care if don’t go to bed, I’m about to kill off my protagonist’s love interest and I have just a mere 865 words to go!! No sleep for the novelists!! I feel like I need to run around the block or something to work off this energy. I’m feeling very sad about killing off this love interest. I’ve grown rather fond of him. As I told Adam, if it weren’t for the fact that this character is going to die, I might consider leaving Adam for him.
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