I woke up with such grand plans to get to the middle of my novella before the weekend started. No such luck. My nineteen month old decided he wanted to spend the day entirely naked and screaming my ears off. My four year decided he was a teenager and would not listen to anything I had to say. Two ibuprofens later, I still have a headache and I’m determined to reach my goal, if it means staying up tonight while my family sleeps. Sometimes I think this writing is addicting. I just can’t rest until I tell the entire story and the characters won’t let me either!