Those of you who know me, or been following for a while, know that I'm a bit of a night owl. I've been known to stay up until 3 or 4 A.M. working on this or that, a new wip, some revisions, reading a good book, whatev.
But guess what? For the last week or so, I've actually been SLEEPING! I know, right? Crazy! What is this world coming to? Break out the 72-hour emergency kits, because something big is a-comin'.
So yeah, I haven't slept much for the last couple years, and I've been fine functioning on something around to 3-4 hours of sleep a night, if that. I've gotten so much done in those hours when the everyone in the world (on this side of the planet anyway) is resting their pretty little heads.
Now I'm torn. I'm sleeping more and it feels great! But then, I think about the 3-4 hours of time I used to do things, like write, read and revise. With a full time day job, 2 little kidlets and a husband who works more than full time most weeks, I'm sorta hoping my body will decide that 6-8 hours of sleep is totally overrated and let me get my extra ME time back.