I missed the deadline. Now what? It's 1:30am and I officially missed my chance to write every day.
However: tonight I had an experience. Although I'm generally a stickler for the specifics of rules, I'd like to be a little less sticky.
So tonight, I say: I'm writing. And the substance doesn't need to be much. Because I'm building the fodder of the next great story, by living it.
That is all for tonight. Bonne nuit, mes petits lecteurs.
Nurture your wonder. Til tomorrow, at least.