So last night, my sisters, my writing group and I had a write-a-thon. we were supposed to stay up until 2 in the morning writing brilliant and creative things. The writing group had to leave at 10, and things went downhill from then. it was around 11:30, when I started propping my eyelids open with toothpicks (and by the way, that hurts! don't believe what you see in cartoons.) That my sisters went to bed.
And me too.
I'm ashamed to admit it. I woke up with a headache and a toothpick splinter in my eye. It was fun though. I might have stayed up the whole night if the writing group had stayed, but as it was, my shoddy self discipline put me to shame.
Maybe I'll do it again. Maybe every hour I'll report back here and give an update. That'd be good. It'll be a seiries of posts.
I can do that
In the morning.
the eary early morning...
When farmers get up to let the cows out.
When birds start looking for their breakfasts.
When my Mother starts to excersize.
When UFO's are most prominant.
and now...When Sarah takes the toothpicks from her eyes and slumps over her finished chapter.