I woke around six and had regained the majority of my human form by about half past. of course, any normal person would be either unconscious, masturbating or both at this time of day, but I refuse to give in to that sort of thinking!
I revised twelve pages of the ‘snuff’ novel, brooding that I still need a title for it. then I worked through another dozen pages of the bastard.
That was the good bit. massive mugs of tea, duvet and the sweat of my brow.
I had to be out the door and on a train by about twelve, so the next bit’s mostly ablutions, which I’ll skip.
I managed another twelve pages on the train – did my biz at the far end of the rainbow – and twelve more on the train back.
I got home around midnight, tired but knackered.