All Work and No Play

I’m a little bit worried that this pace is going to be the end of me.

I’ve been writing like mad: 50 chapters in the last three weeks. Not to mention all the freelance that has been pouring in. (Yes, yes, short chapters, 3-4 pages, but still.)

All I do is write. I write every night until five or six a.m. And I run in the park. That is my life.

Writing. Writing. Writing. Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter.