Not literally. It’s 1:00 am. And not even before that: it was grey, frigid and drizzly here in South Carolina today. But finally, after ten days of freaking out about my persistent mental fog, I’ve finally (can I say finally a few more times? finally!) gotten a handle on this paper. Nope, not the handle I expected. Not the project that I had in mind, but that’s ok. I have plenty of projects in my future.
Phew! Here’s to you, tiny, flickering light of interested creative thought. I missed you. 
(And here’s to feeling a bit sheepish about how much I freaked out about that. Self-doubt a leeetle too rampant over here.)
Southern Bluestocking 