Another late night at the office. I was here till 11.20pm last night, and around 10pm the night before. Staying late working on my novel. On the third rewrite. A lot of that time is spent analyzing and trying to figure out how exactly I’m going to approach it, like a fox circling around a hedgehog, sniffing and extending his paw tentatively. Learning as I go. Life seems to have shrunk down to this office room, the beige walls and yellow lights of my floor lamp, my computer screen and lead blue door, the long hallways and empty cubicles. I don’t mind though. I left halfway through a free preview of Sweeny Todd yesterday to come back to the office and resume writing.
Gonna get it finished. Gonna get it published. Gonna do it now.