Exhaustion

Exhaustion has set in. I have not felt this tired in quite some time. Each word needs at least one correction, if not more. The backspace key is getting work out. At least I can still focus on the words in front of me. If I were at my typewriter I wouldn't give a shit. Those are always gracious rough drafts. These are for the public, as broad or limited as that it. I'm exhausted because the class load is getting to me, perhaps, or the classes, or attempting a writing career and other matters. When insomnia strikes, which is for an hour each night, I get up and rewrite a few pages on the 50,000 word wonder. Then there are the deadlines for contests for the section of the novel that I shared with the class that started this blog, those are coming do. Thinly I am stretched and it is not yet 9, and I know that on Thursday evening Troy sits down for creative work. I'm whining. Or pissing and moaning as we used to say.