The sad part about weekends is on Sunday when you’ve been writing and writing and writing and it seems like the story isn’t going to want to stop being worked on any time soon, and it’s freaking awesome… and bedtime rolls around. So not only do you have to stop, you also have to try to get to sleep with all the writing you could be getting done, if only you didn’t have school in the morning, bouncing around in your head. Oh, for that recurring daydream of not needing sleep… Thank Poe, at least, for the distraction of recorded books.
