Sprinting

This evening I am making an end-run at finishing up Blackout by Connie Willis.  Each time I pick the book up, it gets more and more difficult to put down.  I promise to stop at the end of the chapter.  Then I read the first few words of the next chapter and before I know it, I’ve read that one too.  It has been keeping me up at night–literally–and because of that, I haven’t been getting up to write in the morning and I’m behind schedule.  So I’m hoping to sprint through the last 20% of the book tonight and start on something new for the weekend.