Late Night, er, Morning...

So I'm working on a manuscript for my creative writing class and have been all semester. A few weeks ago, however, I started really hating it. I hated my characters, I hated my story, I hated writing. So I put writing on hold for a bit. But last night I forced myself to sit down and write for at least an hour at 11:30 pm.

I stopped writing at 4:30 am.

I no longer hate my story or my characters.

And I didn't make it to my 6:00 am aerobics class.