Why is it that writing takes so very much out of me? I got sleep last night, but, while I'm engaged in a frantic bout of creativity, "enough" sleep just isn't.
I wish more people understood that, when I'm writing, I can't really do much of anything else. My mind is not here in the everyday world. I'm gone. I'm away. I'm busy.
And I'm very, very tired!
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