My days feel especially long lately. Between my two jobs, I'm working much fewer scheduled hours. The time I spend planning, preparing, etc, has remained the same (or increased) but I haven't quite figured out how to arrange my time most efficiently. Sometimes I think that's a gift people have--the ability to be organized and neat and on schedule. But, more likely, I think that's just my excuse for laziness. "I can't control it, that's just the way I am, blah blah blah." And that bothers me, but not enough to really change: I haven't quite reached that critical point.
I still have my story idea sketched out. It's there, waiting for me to fill it in. But sleep shouts for me a little more loudly, and to Sleep I answer.
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