Wipeout

I just realized I've been writing every day for fourteen days straight, for about five hours a day.  And I had bronchitis for thirteen of those days.  Is there something the matter with me?

Oh wait, I know.  It doesn't feel like work.

It doesn't pay like work, either.   :)

I'm normally quite proud of my stamina, but I think I'm burned out tonight.  Finally.  I didn't figure this out until a full hour had passed and I realized I'd only changed two words in a paragraph that needs a complete overhaul.

So I'm going to watch Dexter until I fall asleep, and live to write another day.

And try to convince myself that it's okay to take a day off.

(Insert guilt here.)