So, I set my alarm for 5am today so I could get up to write this scene that was in the back of my head since the following night. (I've come to realize that if I work on my WIP anytime after bedtime, everything I write is shit. I have to write in the mornings and afternoons.) Well, Abram did not let that happen this morning-- and I explained my crabbiness to Garrett:
WHO CAN RELATE?
I'm now at the coffee-shop-- and I got out a bit of what I needed to.. but, my flow is off. So, though my wranger has subsided for the most part-- there is a bit that is still lingering.