So I'm dragging a bit at work today. I've only had one Diet Pepsi, but that may change.
The reason? Why, lack of sleep, of course. My resolve to meet my deadline for my novel edits had me at the computer at 11 p.m. last night. And my fingers were flying. In fact, when I finished, my arms hurt. (Of course, I'm doing my edits on my laptop which does not have a handy split keyboard).
But I was quite pleased with what I'd accomplished.
And I can't wait to get to it tonight.
What sacrifices do you make for your writing?