I told myself I was going to go to bed early last night. Having not slept well Sunday night, and the time moving ahead one hour, Monday was a rough day. As I went through the day I made up my mind that after the gym, Chicago Code and quick paragraph or two of writing I was gonna head to bed early to catch up on some winks.
What happened? I stayed up until 10:45 or so rewriting a chapter I wrote earlier in the day. I then proceeded to stay up til nearly midnight reading a novel I am completely enthralled with. Why did I do this?
Simply put, I love to read, and I love to write. And when I am on a roll I will willingly give up a couple minutes or hours, if necessary, of shuteye to keep that roll going. It’s been a while since I’ve felt so passionate about a hobby, and it excites me tremendously to have that feeling back.
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