After eight hours of sleeplessness I decided.
The only thing is, as I’ve lost the last hundred or so pages, I’ll have to try to remember how it went. Or even write an even better ending than before, which might be difficult since I’ve forgotten how it went in the fist place. I’ll work on it again tonight when I’m not getting even a second’s sleep again.
Here’s MK 26 of my newest painting. It won’t let me stop. Maybe that’s why I’m not getting any sleep.
My beloved daughter (allegedly) still says that it’s rubbish. And she really knows rubbish as it takes her five minutes to sidle past all the c**p just to get to her permanently unmade bed.