I finished yesterday’s work at 12:12 this morning. I was ragged and bleary-eyed, but I got the words for the day, added a new scene that I’m fairly happy with—though I’ll add things as I do the type-in—and I fell into bed and dreamed that I was the last vampire hunter, and I was constantly surrounded by monsters, and I was endlessly fighting. Everywhere I went, beautiful homes would turn into ruins as I reached them, indicating that vampires inhabited them. Children would grin at me and flash fangs. People I had once known and liked would walk up to me smiling, then try to kill me. I realized that there were no people left, that the world was inhabited by nothing but the walking dead. That there was nothing left to save, no one left to save it for.
Grim way to wake up.
Hard at work again, but taking a break for lunch—two slices of toasted Ezekiel bread, tahini, and kim-chee. I’m down thirteen pounds in the last couple of months, and feeling better than I have in a long time. Discovered that if I focus on eating low-glycemic foods, I feel better, I work better, I don’t stay hungry, and the weight comes off without me actually having to work at it. At the moment, that’s a big deal.
Anyway, back to the pages.