It’s late. About 1:30 in the morning. And I’m up working. Probably will be for another hour or two. I have a deadline in the morning, and I want to write one hell of a piece.
So, I had to just leave my house and walk around a bit. I walked the streets, the sidewalks, just to clear my head. What I found was that I love this feeling. Exhausted, burnt out, cracked out. Not literally cracked out. But a feeling of work. And the fact that I feel this way because I’m writing makes me damn happy right now.
Well, sorry for another short post. I’m going back to work on the piece. This weekend, you should expect a post on a sailing trip. Really looking forward to it.