I’m exhausted. I know I’ve written enough essays here, and on my personal blog, about fatigue and it’s detrimental effect on the human mind, that
and at the chime, the time is… one thirty seven am. Yeah, I know, I’ve gone right past the witching hour. I’m not sure what
A friend and fellow writer made an offhand comment in the writing/accountability group we both belong to, as he was talking about his writing progress.
Nothing goes according to plan. I think we’ve all had a book we were reading, where things went too smoothly, and you either went ‘meh.’
You would think, if one has done a certain thing many times in their life, they would adjust to it. Moving, it seems, doesn’t work
You know, this is a good thing. What? Why is your post being late good, Cedar? Well, for one it means I slept more than