One more night

Last night was a very very long night at work. I did my best to pretend to be Super Girl but to honest, I’ve always been more of a Catwoman fan. I didn’t stop moving all night, except for my thirty minute lunch break. I sat in the floor and read Popular Mechanics.  They had an article on Godzilla.

I have had a sinus infection and just recently feel mostly recovered.  I slept hard yesterday and today.  Right now I am guzzling down a cup of coffee in an attempt to wake up enough to stumble to the shower, get dressed and head back to work.

One more night. One more night and I can concentrate more on writing and less on which corporate nobleman is coming for a visit. (He was supposed to come today and then changed his mind.)  So one more night of playing the serf scrambling to prepare the fields and then I can follow my heart.

That also means tomorrow will be fill with gathering together all of those scraps of paper I scribbled things down on all week and putting them together like a jigsaw puzzle.

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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