Just over 44k words in six days. I had to take today off writing because I feel sick to my stomach.
I’ve also been doing a read edit of His Wings on my commutes. It’ll be finished in time, but I’m going to avoid arranging a pre-order before the book has gone through the first couple of edits.
I haven’t been sleeping, working constantly. It’s no wonder I’m feeling sick and tired. But I’d sleep if my upstairs neighbour got evicted like they said he was going to.
Instead he does a bunch of drugs and stays up all night. Which keeps me up. If I could just sleep, I’d feel better.
Going to go curl up now.
Aya DeAniege 