I woke up around 4:00 AM this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep. This is rare. The below zero temperatures and the short days must be messing with my head. It seems like this is becoming a common thread each year. Hopefully, I don’t get that nasty virus like I did last year. No one wants to endure that.

Since I couldn’t sleep, I read the rest of Song of Susannah by Stephen King. Now I’m left with that enduring question bringing too much opportunity into the mix: What should I read next? I’ll come up with something. Probably something short. And scary.

Progress on Orphan’s Hollow went well yesterday. The day before I had a sudden urge to go to the library. Mostly because I had to go to the bathroom and was in the area. I checked out way too many books. It felt almost criminal. It’s a bizarrely good feeling to make off with a giant stack of books, knowing in the back of your mind you’ll never finish all of them in less than 30 days. The renewal button will be a life saver.

Anyway, as I was saying (or writing, whatever), the second part of Orphan’s Hollow is coming along swimmingly. Not sure why I used that adverb, but it’s staying. Began digging deeper into Edwin’s story, putting me in the danger zone of creating a darling. But I’m pretty good at, well, doing what you should do to those kinds of characters. My hope is to have the entire first draft completed by the end of the month. But, knowing myself, it’ll take two months. I always pin lofty goals to fluffy clouds and end up disappointed when they don’t stick.

Fortunately, Orphan’s Hollow has approximately two fans. The literary world is safe resting on other titan’s shoulders. God bless’m.