Insomnia

Tonight, I wrote a majority of what will be the climax of my first novel. I've been at it for almost 8 hours and have had well over half a bottle of Vault Zero, which perhaps explains why it's 8 AM and I seem to have neither the desire nor the capacity for sleep. Alas, I will try.

The recent burst of writing comes part in parcel with a challenge I received from Hilary, who tasked me with the completion of this particular writing endavour before the end of the year. In the last three days, I've written nearly 10,000 words, bringing my total count up to 98,000. Now, I'd like to have gone that extra 2,000 tonight, but I'm afraid that if I do I may die from exhaustion tomorrow (and if not that from Jacque when she reads this and sees what I've been up to).

I've retired to the basement, because it is A) away from the laptop, and B) Dark.

Damn caffeine. So as it giveth, it taketh awayth.