By the end of the day, I am exhausted, and often my fondest wish is to fall into bed and sleep. However, my scheduled writing sessions begin at 9 pm and end when I cannot string words together to form coherent sentences. It’s not ideal, but I try to make the best use of the time available to me. Friends think I am exaggerating when I say I have woken with the imprint of my keyboard on my face. I assure you the tales are true. It happened again last night, and it’s a royal pain to delete pages filled with repeated letters.
I’m not sure how the days have slid into Friday already. According to my workload, it should only be Tuesday. Slowly, surely, and with dogged determination, I will right the ship, adjust my sails, and carry on.
No matter the challenges and the obstacles blocking my way…
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