My Stream of Consciousness through out Revisions

Or in other words, the thoughts I had whilst spending the most Butt in Chair time I have ever solely dedicated to my novel.
 I forgot how much I loved this story!
Man, Margaret is a pill.
Oh crap. I wrote that.
Five cups of coffee FOR THE WIN in the mug from my TWIN.
I'm a poet and I didn't know it.
Okay, stay OFF social media, whatever you do.
(Full disclosure: I only checked it twice the day I went "dark.")
AW! I wrote that.

Sun rises are overrated. But hey--I woke up naturally. Even after going to sleep after midnight. I should take advantage of it.
*lies in bed for another hour as the sun casts its overcast glow over suburbia Pittsburgh*
Dawn is only enjoyable in Gettysburg (see photo below)
Huh, this mug holds a quarter of a pot of coffee. I NEED TWO.
Six. Hours. Later. and two chapters revised of my still-sagging middle:
COFFEE WHY YOU NO WORK?!
(And for the record I stayed well hydrated and fed through out this epic consumption of coffee)
Oookay, why did I write this chapter? It's a filler chapter. But no, I can't cut it. This history actually happened and with how I need to keep the pace going to move the timeline along IT NEEDS TO STAY. Now I just have to make it interesting to someone other than me...
MEGHAN MARY GORECKI DO NOT EVER WRITE MORE THAN TWO MAIN CHARACTERS EVER AGAIN.
This sucks this sucks this suuuuuuuuuuucks.
Oh hey this is sweet...
Awww I forgot I wrote this.
Good Lord am I wordy.
This better be worth it.
I need more coffee.
This WILL be worth it.
Meghan M. Gorecki
Meghan M. Gorecki

Words, history, and grace color my days here in The Burgh where I seek out the perfect coffee and red lipstick.