In the hour between 1 and 3…

It’s a damn good thing that my “job” these days is to write, and look for a job.

I fought against getting out of bed. Fought against it pretty hard, but the words would not let me.

Last night, I had another one of those crazy little epiphanies, this time one that affects all three books.

Including the one I sent out to readers last week.

A tiny shift, a switch in pacing that allows for “dessert first,” while still allowing for meat after pudding.

It also moved 5K words from B.2 into B.3, and consolidates some action there geographically, if not chronologically. Those words, I might add, were in B.1 Thursday afternoon.

Go Figure.

It is now three AM, and I’m going back to bed.

If it lets me.