disjointed ramblings

Two nights ago–being the disciplined and determined writer that I am–I sat down to write the last scene of a short story I’ve been working on. This, in spite of the fact I was so tired I was having trouble staying awake. The next day when I opened the document, I had to snort at my last sentence, which read:

[what the heck is going on here???]

Moral of the story: Sometimes, it’s better to just go to bed.