And now I need to go to bed, so I can get up and write more words on the b&%k tomorrow, so I can get tired, so I can go to sleep, so I can get up and write more words on the b^#k on Wednesday.... (also, I need to write a scene outline of "Ballistic" tomorrow, so we can maybe write that in time to go over it before it has to go up.
Other work tomorrow: going over these audiobook contracts and sending them back, and another hundred pages of CEM.
It's pointless and self-defeating to feel embarrassed by books you have written.
The Presumptuous Cat just totally wiped out trying to jump up onto the bookcase. And now she's pretending she likes me, so I won't tell you about it. Or maybe her feet are just cold.
...and so to bed.