ps next chapter

My innate Tiggerishness is slowly returning. I figure if we don't have hope, then really there's nothing. As writers that has to be our gift - our endless optimism and hope.
I look at the next couple of pages for rewriting and they're not so bad, I start thinking about the plot again, the twists and turns my heroine is going to take, and a small frisson starts to build.
If I can't sleep tonight, I will write the next chapter and then I'll make cookies for boyf (I got in choc chips just in case).