Ahh yes, that glorious time of the year again when my eyes start clogging up more than usual, I don’t stop sneezing, and my weekends become a manic rush of finishing plot before 2am Sunday morning.
I’m going to bed to try and convince this plot to finish writing (it’s drafted, I’m just having issues with some details) and to try and get a restful night’s sleep that doesn’t involve offensively vivid dreams.














