I have been getting a lot of sleep lately. More than I probably should, although I’ve never really established how much sleep I need to function optimally. I can survive with six hours, but am I really a seven-hour-a-night person? Eight? I should sort that out for reals and for goods.
Yesterday was cool, except I seem to perhaps be dancing on the fringes of a cold. Thus, the extra sleep. Anyway, I had a normal work day, a slow writing day, and I wrote a book review. I had no idea I was going to be adding book reviews to the site, but someone asked for my opinion on The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, and so I wrote that one. Bottom line? Hokey, but I felt it was right up my alley. Have I acted on it yet? No. Sleep. See the issue?
118 fiction words, 913 total words
Teeny tiny fiction words, huge total words (because the book review was long).
I hope to make up for it today, but it’s already 9:30 in the evening. So the odds are not great.