Work, Beltane brainstorm meeting, and now I need to crank out words. All without my brain letting me concentrate. Roles and archetypes, time-travelling families and hyperprocessing brains still in my head. No rest for the ticktockman, day and night filled with stuff.
All I want is a drink or five and a place to sleep. Not until I hit wordcount. But when I do, I have the Definitive.