Today I thought I'd blog about something different: sleep. The necessity of getting enough and the need to balance life. I had the worst time writing this weekend despite the time I set aside for just that. Why? I was exhausted and pushed myself to do more. I wanted to get at least 25,000 words done in 3 days. What happened was that by Sunday night I was asleep by 9, and over all finished only 8,000 words. Which I HATE!
The moral of the story? Despite looming deadlines and a plot you know like the back of your hand, there's no point writing if all your writing is junk. So tonight (after a ridiculously early start) I'm going to take it easy, go to bed early, clear my mind, and start fresh tomorrow.