In which I write with eyelids propped open

I am very, very tired. I am doing this because I didn't yesterday, and I cannot let two days go by without doing it, but boy it's tough today.

Been thinking about the story, though. I've got the end. Bits of the middle are starting to shape up. Haven't quite settled on the beginning. Guess I'd better do that soon, since I should probably start there. Though I'm totally tempted to write the end first...

Was playing with ideas, and analogies, and thinking about what incident will be "the snake"-- at least I think it was a snake? I need to look that up. I'm getting a firmer picture about Justin and Calli and what goes down between them in the story.

Actually had a little halloween fun today. Didn't think I'd want to, but got caught up in it a bit and enjoyed most of it. But boy am I tired, and tired of being tired, and tired of saying that.... Saw that some mayor in Scottland pardoned some executed witches. Didn't read the story, though. Just thought the idea was interesting. Wonder if any of them actually were witches.

I had some coffee earlier, so it's surprising how hard it is to stay awake. But I'm really struggling. My eyelids are getting heavy, I am getting sleepy....sleepy....

And I forgot to bring my "homework" home. I thought of it as I pondered how many dots to put in the ellipses above. I tend to overuse the four dots, but they frequently seem "right" to me.

Working my way through Something Rotten, which is a sight better than Well of Lost Plots. He seems to be sticking to mostly one plot this time, instead of a mass of separate ones. Or maybe I just care less because it's a library book and not a store-bought hardback. But I think, too, that the "real world" in that series is much more interesting than the literary conceit world she was stuck in for most (if not all) of the book. She's mostly out, so things like the Rocky Horror version of King John can rev up again.

I hate to keep saying this, but I do like most books. Really I do. I started a sentence here, but I can't remember now what I'm going to say. It's a bit like reading Conrad. I found in Conrad, by the time I'd seen the verb, pages had passed and I'd lost track of the subject....

Ok, enough for now. I'm losing the struggle...