I gotta tell you, I am so tired lately.
I am back to work full time and find myself struggling to stay awake long enough on the train to write one complete sentence; for I know that once I get home, it’s a countdown to bedtime. A time, mind you, that seems to be getting earlier and earlier as the weeks pass.
I am trying to manage my guilt with regard to the desire to write, writing, and submitting said writing to lit mags, or even the Professor for editing. I am too pooped to pop as my mother would say when I was young.
I have been working on several things all at once and while I am excited about the progress I am making on some things, I am frustrated by the lack of progress on others. Like why isn’t WIP 2 done yet? That and other questions like it make me feel like I am travelling rapidly toward Pooped-Town. Population: Me.
I think at this point I am going to cut myself a wee bit of slack and call it a night. (I know it’s only 8pm… gimme a break)
Tomorrow is a new day. I have to be well rested before I get on both the GO Train and the guilt train.
Either way, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.
Night night. 😴😴😴