I tried to sleep a little late this morning, a decision I actually came to a little late this morning — however much I try to fit the impulse to hit the proverbial snooze alarm — but it didn’t quite work out as planned. I thought I’d get the 8:15 train, which gets me to the office a little later than I like, but which means another hour of sleep. But I wound up on the 7:37, which is just slightly later, but also kind of annoying. It doesn’t go to Hunterspoint, but to Penn Station, where the subway’s less fun, and this morning it crawled along a snail’s (or Long Island Railroad’s) pace. Plus I had to stand.
Tomorrow, I think I’m going to either be on the 7:20 again or oversleep properly.
Meanwhile, still writing. Tonight, the single page of short story was a lot harder to produce, but I finally managed to pull something together. And it’s something that actually moves the story forward in a good way, so there’s that. I’m going to give myself permission to not finish the story tomorrow, since I don’t think that’s possible, or even advisable. I don’t know if that will extend as far as not working on it at all tomorrow evening. But it’s pretty clear this isn’t going to be done for a February 1 deadline.
Speaking of which, how in heck did it get to be February already?