Elizabeth is trying not to sleep anymore. The outcome: fussy baby, frazzled hair-sticking-out-all-over mama, and a blank page.
This can't go on forever, though. I'm going to get her in the car, drive around and do some grocery shopping, and THEN maybe she'll sleep for a while this afternoon. The house is clean, so the only thing pressing on my mind is the story.
I must write write write!