I hit the good part. The unadulterated, hang-onto-your-hat, holy shit good part that I was starting to believe wasn’t there; that I had begun to believe was just my imagination.
Not my imagination, nossir, not at all. I started my sixty pages for the day at 3:30 AM, and have already finished them. And I’m not tired (well, no tireder than anyone with a bad case of insomnia) so I’m going to take another thirty pages and see if I might get a bit ahead on the hand-written part, so that I can fight for a few more days of pure type-in time.
Color me happy.