There's something about dropping back out of Writing ...

There's something about dropping back out of Writing World at the end of the day because I'm too tired to go on, that's vaguely reminiscent of falling back into my study chair after being on World of Warcraft for two hours; that sense of WHAM: I'm home. Only I don't go into Warcraft until chores for the day are done. When I come out of writing - very tired and slightly disoriented - there's still a whole evening of school-prep work to be done, plus taking my walk, walking the dog, cleaning cat-boxes, feeding cats, making dinner and starting wind-down procedures in a timely manner so I'll get enough sleep to wake up VERY early so I can get up to school in the morning.

Second draft is much more intense than first.

From my desk I can see, through the study window, the massive cavern of the patio, covered now in red trumpet-vine that is covered in brilliant scarlet flowers in the full-force of gold sunlight, amazingly bright.