It was crazy--I was up until three am last night writing, not just futzing around but actually pounding it out, and then I was up at eight this morning writing connective tissue. It was weird--I finally had one of those mornings where I could say, "This needs to be written, so now I will write it," and I would just fill in the gaps. Of course, it's still overdue as all hell, but... there you go.
We're up to 39 pages. It'll definitely be 40, maybe more, by the time it's done. That's about twice as long as usual, although I'm sure "Rose!" "Jack!" "Rose!" "Jack!" takes up a good bit of that space. I was a zombie in class--not because I was tired, but because Uncle Tom's Cabin was completely crowded out by all the Titanic miscellany.
My head hurts. I'm hungry. Where's dinner? I want cake.*
* Do not actually send me cake.