Past midnight. Script is running long - on page 5 and not done with the story. So I'm taking a break from eating cookies to bake a frozen pizza.
Eating is essential to me for late night writing, because it tricks my body into thinking it is lunchtime. Writing at lunch is okay. You can't be tired at lunch.
Next it's time to write page 6 (and probably 7 and hopefully not 8), and then cut a bunch. I'm hoping to soon have no extra pages and plenty of extra pizza. If instead, I have extra pages, and no extra pizza, well...that means I ate a whole fricking pizza. That's not lunch. That's a problem.
Let's hope this all works out.