I have made the executive decision to blow off climbing tonight and finish this fucking book. I am in fact not going to bed until I have a crappy first draft of this book. (It's a book, but it's not a novel. It's a novella. I know, tricky, isn't it?) Missing climbing makes me sad and annoyed, but it's what I get for not getting more work done this weekend/morning.
And there is always Wednesday.