I have to quit tonight with twenty minutes left to my hour.
Typing is…hard. Way harder than it should be. I hit this wall at midnight, and even now I have to keep going back to correct the random gibberish my fingers are typing.
I don’t know why. I don’t normally have this much trouble around midnight. Maybe I spent way too much creative energy remerchandizing a wall of product at work. But even Pentatonix’s Youtube playlist isn’t helping matters.
Though I did catch a boo-boo in Draft #2.5 that I’d somehow missed. I said Julie said something, but it was actually her daughter Abby, replying to something Julie had said to her. Whoops. Fixed now. (Mostly because it happened before the Midnight Wall.)