Six Hours to Everest

Nine days to go until Quiver’s deadline and progress is actually ahead of schedule.

*gulps*

Yeah, kind of freaky, that.   

Not quite sure how to handle it, honestly.

I do know that I’m tired. Not brain-tired, per se. It’s more a physical body flagging exhaustion kind of a thing.

Apparently, six hours of sleep a night is just not hacking it for a girl putting in double and triple shifts of writing every day for the last, well, forever (i.e. ten days to those not exaggerating improperly.)

It’s really weird because I know I’m not overworking. I’m just working more efficiently so I get a lot more done in my designated work hours.

See?

Yeah, I don’t either.

Probably because that makes no sense whatsoever.

And that’s probably because I need more sleep.

*yawns, nearly swallows my dog*

Well, enough complaining.

I’ve got work to do.

SIDE NOTE: I really am Ok. Just bushed. But it’s a good kind of tired, the kind you get after pushing yourself to run a triathlon, or scale Everest, or triple-shift yourself on writing quality smut. In other words, paging my psychiatrist will not be necessary at this point.  So, put those phones down, people. *smirks*

Until tomorrow…

Six-Hour Chloe