I wish writing liked me a bit more.
I also wish my writing would stop being so darn nocturnal.
Some of those hours approaching and following midnight would be prime hours for sleep, but nooooo, writing.
Cheers, brain. It's 5am and I'm shutting you down. Your story's out, now, so no excuse to not behave.
If anyone would like to come cuddle with me in my fairy-lit room, they are welcome. (Yes, dueltastic, you're welcome to come along--but alas not with Slughorn and Dumbledore together, as my Cupboard Over the Stairs is not quite big enough. But I do still have Flitwick, if that will suffice.)
[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]