Mornings….

Ugh morning again…I think I am going to give them up. Lately I seem to feel worse in the morning than when I went to bed.  Maybe it’s age. Or this stupid head cold that will not go away.

Maybe I should just give up sleep, since whatever makes me feel worse seems to sneak up on me during those few hours of unconsciousness.

Oh wait, today is Wednesday, Oct. 31.  That means I get to take the kids trick or treating, go to work for about eleven hours, come home and start writing for NaNoWriMo.  So I’ve already sworn off sleep…and sanity apparently.  *yawn*  Maybe things will look better after coffee. Lots of coffee.

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Published by: thecoffeefox

Once upon a time there was a woman who was a writer. She was either cursed or blessed from birth to be so and there was much debate on which it was. One day a very discouraging (and not very original) person told her not to give up her day job. The woman smiled and said that was a wonderful idea. Following the unwittingly clever advice of her critic, the woman found a job working nights, which left her days free to write. Even better, the night job had an unusual schedule which packed two weeks worth of work into one, so the writer was able to have every other week off to sit on her front porch, daydream, and of course write. However, working at night and writing during the day left little time for sleep, so the poor writer occasionally went a little mad, but she decided it was an acceptable price to pay to be able to continue following her curse-blessing. Also she likes tea. :)

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