Hanging around having an unexpected burst of creative energy. Wrote the story for my next episode of…the thing and began writing the text.
Finished up drafting the four-parter that I'm closing season 3 of my...thingie...with. I don't know why I'm not in a celebrating mood. Maybe it's just the downer ending, but I'd prefer to think I'm spiritually exhausted. This last episode was a brute.
It's always fun to find out something you wrote was so good that it introduced someone to a new set of stories. Even (especially?) if that someone is your own father.