So I thought hard about coming home and writing after my eureka moment. But then I was tired and cranky and this incredible guitar player on the subway was playing Hard Day's Night, so I came home and we played Beatles Rock Band instead. We are dorks. Very happy dorks.
After I kicked ass on She's Leaving Home and then didn't suck too hard on a bunch of other songs, I settled down to write.
838 new words. And a whole nother conversation is about to happen before the conversation that was giving me so many problems.
Now I have to go to sleep, but I feel jazzed and ready to keep writing. If only I could put this feeling on hold until tomorrow evening. Or writing group on Thursday.