It’s been a long time since I have felt this exhausted. I think it’s just a combination of blitzing the editing job, really pushing my self physically yesterday, and then having a huge writing day today – and for the next few days to come.
I’m not complaining, mind you. This is a pretty good tired, especially since I know that today the day is done. I can put up my feet, sink down into the couch, and read all evening.
It looks like my wish to do more editing is coming true already. All you have to do is put it out to the universe and it shall be so. Nice. A few articles coming my way and, probably (hopefully) another book.
In the meantime, I have my own book to write and the PDF form the printer to go over – make sure there aren’t any wee little errors.
I have this satisfied feeling deep inside. It’s really quite yummy. Best thing to do when a feeling like that comes along is revel in it – so I think it might be time to flop down on the couch with my iPad and do just that.