Ugh. I simply cannot wake up at a decent hour anymore. It started on Monday; I slept through my alarm and awoke at noon. Of course, my body wouldn’t go to sleep at the regular time, so I ended up tossing and turning until 2 a.m. Lather, rinse, repeat. This morning, I slept through two alarms, despite going to bed at a reasonable hour the night before. I’m hoping that this is the end of it.
I stayed home on New Year’s Eve. This usually elicits an “Awww” from those to whom I tell it, but I frankly don’t care about New Year’s. It seems like an empty reason to celebrate. “Yay, the world hasn’t ended!”
This week’s writing challenge: Choose an occupation of any kind (programmer, mother, hobo, etc.). Integrate five stereotypical elements of that occupation into a character description. Then integrate five highly
And I’ll leave you with a writerly quote: