Caffeinated and productive.

It's amazing sometimes what coffee does for me.

1050 words written this morning on The Mutilation of the Hermai, and so I'm caught up to my goals yet again (and then some, but whatever).  I thought this story would be narrated by Alcibiades, who is, after all, its pivotal character, but instead I've got a 13-year-old Plato and his friend Xenophon playing Holmes and Watson, more or less, and I've really got ahold of something here - possibly something with more substance than a whimsical horror story.  Bother.  

Back to work.

*bounces off walls*

I have reached the unfortunate stage of caffeination, now, where I am terminally unable to focus on anything or rest, full of nervous energy but unable to bend it to any useful purpose.

Bah, humbug.  The productivity earlier was well worth it,. but I wish I knew a way of bypassing this particular phase of the process.