In the last part I wrote of this novel thing I'm working on, the heroine is lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, and trying to decide how she can possibly get out of the situation she has got herself and her friends into. I'm thinking this is really me, lying in bed, trying to figure out what's going to happen next. Probably I'll have to take it out or change it. You don't really want to think out loud about where the plot should go in your books, unless you are some sort of acknowledged literary master and can get away with it.
Also: New Illustration magazine arrived last night. I was inspired. But I was also sleepy. Then I was asleep.