A truncated but productive night. I only wrote for an hour tonight, but produced more than 1,200 words for a new short story. This is another piece of superhero fic about what happens after a cataclysmic event strips all heroes of their powers.
If I weren't so tired, I think I could've approached Reggie at the Garden production, a mark I have yet to achieve in a single day. Still, fairly productive for an hour.
