At the mercy of the manuscript

It is 1:36 local time, finally time for bed.  My story (“Poison Inside the Walls”) took me hostage and refused to let me sleep untilI completed a draft.  It’s a shade shorter (a few hundred fewer words anyway) and quite a bit tighter.  There is still a story angle I wanted to fit in, but I couldn’t squeeze it.  Maybe I’ll dream about it.

Pleasant dreams.