So, as I was on my way to bed last night, I suddenly realised how to fix that eight-pager I was working on, what to cut and how to rearrange and land it. So I went back into the office and sat there until it was done and sent it off. To which my editor replied, “I saw your closedown note, I wasn’t expecting this until tomorrow.” Ha ha.
Today I have a one-page thing to figure out, and then I need to clear Inbox 17, and then I am boiling my body in the bathroom because I probably smell like a dead bear, and then I am very likely going the fuck to bed. Good morning, reader.