The clock is ticking! I can hear it when I'm reading, writing, grading, cooking, cleaning. Lately, I can hear it when I sleep. It's high time I stopped hitting snooze.
Then again. Sometimes I think it's the ticking that matters, not the impending alarm; it's laughing with my kids over dinner, sitting with Mike during a game -- those little moments, those ticks. They're what it's really all about.
But it doesn't stop the quickening of my pulse when the hour is late, the house is quiet, and my WIP is calling me.
Caffeine is my friend. It talks to me in jagged, tangy tones and keeps me company throughout the day.