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Sometimes I try to do all the things. I write out a research plan. I cite my sources. I keep a research log. I feel productive.

Then the hour grows late and I realize I’ve been at my computer enjoying the hunt and I think, “It’s late. My eyes are bleary. Tomorrow’s a new day.”

That’s about the time I reluctantly step away from the screen, brush my teeth, and get ready for bed. Right about the time I’m drifting off to sleep I think, “Why didn’t I try searching his name as Marcus or Markus instead of just Mark?” Or some silly other little thing I didn’t do or record in my notes.

Then I toss and turn in my sleep because, “Tomorrow is a new day.”