Sleep is a blessed event
You’d think that after spending the last month fighting for every little scrap of sleep so that my conscious mind can come up with wicked plot twists and the words that will shock the world, I would revel in the fact I can get all the sleep I need. Yet, here I am, at almost 1am, writing furiously in collaboration with another, in order to bring an evil, wicked event to fruition before our readers awake. They are going to kill us for what we’re writing.
Anyway, I digress. Sleep. I should be doing that.
