That last post—it had some promise before I came back at 3 am and hacked away at it like a tired butcher. But for now, it's enough. I'll look at it in the morning. Hope it's better than I think it is.

But the important thing is—I wrote. My promise to myself, my 30-day challenge, these are the sort of nights that make or break you. Come back at 3 am, want to pass out, want to curl up—but no, you write. And it's no good. And you still get something out. And you still get your thousand words. And you're doing it.