I’m at cafe vinyl night and no one I know came, so I’m sipping beer in a corner, typing novel revisions into my phone, and am essentially Dork x 10 here. Rather enjoying myself, though.
P.S. I wore a hoodie instead of a necktie and the cafe owner filled out my raffle ticket as “Casual Dennis”.
P.P.S. I finished my novel draft. I have zero hours of deep satisfaction when I finish a book anymore, and I think that’s actually a positive sign that I’ve finally become process-happy instead of achievement-happy.