All right! See, now that's time well-spent. I just took two hours and wrote out the first draft of my short story. It may end up being the final draft, I don't know. I doubt it will though. Wow...I can't explain the feeling I have now. It's kind of like when you go work out, and you're tired, but it's the good kind of tired. My mind is tired, but it's the good kind of tired, something I haven't felt in a long, long time. I'm sooooooo happy about this too. Even if this story never sees the light of another person's computer screen, it's great practice. :) Yay! Now I'm off to bed.
Further North
The account of one South Sider who is firmly entrenched on the North Side of Chicago.