It is almost one in the morning, and I am still here, on my computer. *sigh*
I seriously wish I could work out a better time to write. But, with two kids, a “to do” list two pages long, and a husband who does still desire my companionship, I just don’t know when that would be. I usually don’t even get started writing until 10:00 p.m. I’ll get in the zone, and when I look up at the clock next, it’s after midnight.
When I first started seriously writing my novel, I decided that sleep would be one of those things that I would just write off. I don’t want it to be the kids, or my husband, so sleep had to be the thing to suffer.
Oh well. I don’t feel too bad, and time and time again I feel very strongly that it’s worth it. I love writing so much. I can’t imagine my life without it. And, if I have to feel a little sleepy, so be it.