Writing Day

My god, I’m exhausted. I set out this morning with a very noble goal of editing 40,000 words between two documents (one mine, another a friend’s), plus a third person’s synopsis for a novel. 

It’s just after 3pm and I’m 8,000 words and a whole scene towards the end of my novel that needs to be rewritten short, but that just became tomorrow’s workload.

At the point where I exhausted myself to almost lying horizontally on the chair, I decided I was done writing today and retired to the couch. I just can’t anymore today. 

I swear I work harder every day from home than I’ve ever worked outside for a wage. 

edit: yeaahh I totally just went back and edited the last 8,000 words…