The insanity begins in 5...4...3...2...

Wine? Check. Playlist? Check. Completion of completely awesome party with completely awesome friends so there is no creative distraction? Check, with evidence: [caption id="attachment_502" align="alignnone" width="300" caption=""Re: Your Brains" is still ringing around the neighborhood."][/caption] [caption id="attachment_503" align="alignnone" width="200" caption="Many zombies came, ate, and shambled away."][/caption] * (Yeah, there was some serious fun.  Although, I think Absinthe is officially banned from the house.) About twenty plots in my head and no outline to speak of although I tried desperately and will probably find myself wandering blindly from plot to plot until I settle upon one? Check. Cat lying against my low back between the computer chair and me just to make sure I'm uncomfortable alert enough to stay awake and get writing done? Check. A guarantee that there is a definite streak of masochism that is required to participate in something so insane? Check. Lack of sleep? Working on it. Oh yeah...*cracks knuckles*...I'm ready... ... ... GO! ___________________________ *If you want to see more of the Halloween party pics, go here. We had trick-or-treaters! Okay, I'm good now.