Overtime Has Left Me Sleep Deprived
Sleep Deprivation Is No Joke-
Overtime started at my day job, so did sleep deprivation…
For the first time EVER, I decided it would be a great idea to do it. Right there, I should have known I wasn’t in my right mind. But the thought of $$$, and an upcoming writer’s retreat in January convinced me otherwise.
This is me after day seven.
Coffee became my best friend.
I considered dipping into savings for the writer’s retreat by day ten.
As my nephew Chad said, “You got this!”
3:00am this morning, I took my husband to the airport to catch a flight. I ended up at Denny’s eating breakfast and jealous of the college kid falling asleep three tables away. His face a mere couple inches from his grits.
At 3:00 in the afternoon I made a grocery list and forgot how to spell ‘cheese’. Is it chesse or cheese? And I’m a writer!!
Pull yourself together, girl.
Tess, the main character in my novel, Paisley Memories, was sleep deprived for almost two years. If she can do it, I can do it for four weeks.
I made it to the end of the day, soaked in a hot tub, and am currently lounging around in my penguin pj’s with both my dogs snoring at the foot of the bed.
Tomorrow is a new day. Editing Dancing with Dandelions, the second book in the Paisley Series, is my focus for the weekend.
Will this blog contain spelling and punctuation errors? Probably.
Will this author care after being up over twenty hours? Nah.
Good night Paisley fans. Sleep is needed before editing in case Tess decide to make cheese cake…or is it chesse cake?
Will anyone sing Soft Kitty to me?