Kiera trying to decide which Alec Sadler to kill on Continuum translated into dreams of Luke and Leia toddlers looping through time, and it was up to me to kill one set of twins, wtf, universe. So not cool waking up to that.
Today feels pretty shot. It's cold and rainy, I can barely move, and our weekend is already splitting into several directions. I might stay in pajamas while Scott takes care of a few things.
I've had this song stuck in my head all week. I suspect it has everything to do with leaving my kiddo and zurrito behind once again and now throwing myself full on into the hardest parts of what I have to finish writing. I can't see past getting it done right now. My psychologist once relayed to me from other authors that the hardest thing a person can ever do in their life is go back over all of it and put it in writing. All the things that made us hide that we cried...