Afternoon slog
May. 5th, 2003 03:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pegkerrYou know how it is when you are busily typing away at your day job because that’s how you earn your living and its after lunch and you are sooooo sleepy and you find that the volume on the dicctashun macheene startz to waiver and yr fngrsz stert 2 fooumble and yr head srtz 2 . . . . SNAP up and you keep trying to type because this is yr job and u are a teem player but yr i-lids strt to drooooooop & the dictashun m’chine drooonneees on and on and on and on & on&on&on&on&on and yr hd drooooooops and SNAPS up and you drinks some coffee and get up and stretch and try walking around your desk, and you get a cold glass of water and dip your fingerz in it and dabble the COLD water on your neck and sit down and try to start typing and the dictashun mchine drones on and on and on and on and on and onnnnnnnnnnzzzzzzzzzzzz
This is happening to me.
(Yawn)
(Off to get more coffee)
Peg
This is happening to me.
(Yawn)
(Off to get more coffee)
Peg
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Date: 2003-05-05 10:32 pm (UTC)Usually around 1 am and 4 am (when I am pulling all-night writes). I finished the final draft of my first novel in that sort of haze. The nice thing is, after just a bit of editing, it is usually pretty good!
The best sentence I ever typed while asleep at the keyboard: "There was a moment into which Zach's number was one."