I made a cardinal mistake of eating a couple of biscuits to mark a small acheivement of the day late in the evening, and now they're killing me via acid reflux. It's 4.51 and the birds are enjoying an early morning chorus and I've just heard what sounded like two gun shots - let's hope it isn't a farmer on a killing spree, emulating yet more shootings in the news - within hours very similar events taking place in Germany and the US.
Anyway, I earlier posted my Act 1 scene-by-scene overview. I had a little moment of revelation at the end of the act, which made me feel I acheived something. Not on any grand scale of course...no cancer's cured, no peace for mankind but a little personal writing moment, and that's enough for a Wednesday evening.
I also emailed our illustrious professor with a complaint of why my week 4 masterwork had not been commented on, when others have had their revisions commented on...we await his answer dear reader.
Time to try more sleep - the birds may fancy singing but I need some sleep. Let's hope there's been an amnesty on acid reflux and gunplay!
Goodnight and good luck.
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