I have spent all night writing an article on an outsider's introduction to Romance.
But you know, I've really enjoyed the work and I like what I've written. I haven't done something like this in quite a while, and I really enjoyed the research and the conversations. But it is obvious I'm not going to get any other material done tonight.
Ah well. Having written this and Would That It Were kind of makes up for the rest of a rather blah month. And hey, I still have a bit more time to write that perfect novel before February, right?