I knew I wasn’t going to finish the short story tonight, so I gave myself permission to take the night off from it completely. I’d rather return to it again in a day or two with fresh eyes, eager to finish, then struggle for hours and still not be anywhere near the end. There’s an end in sight, I think, but I didn’t want to rush to get just a little bit closer but still not there.
So I watched an episode of Bunheads instead.
I did finish a couple of reports on political psychology today and do my morning pages, so there’s that.