So yesterday was a day that saw me write 18,016 words before midnight. I started just after noon I think and I did take a few breaks in between pumping words out of my brain onto the pages but wow, what a feeling of accomplishment and insanity. My wrists REALLY hurt afterwards and the arrival of supper meant that I wasn't gonna write any more.
The scary thing is that I did it all with almost no caffeine.
You may not know this about me but I'm a caffeine addict. A fiend, even. I love me some coffee and I adore Coca-Cola, so it shouldn't really surprise anyone.
But I had only a single cup yesterday.
And look at what I accomplished. I felt awesome about myself, great about the work I was doing and amazed that I managed to keep my brain functioning for that long and at that level of coherency without my blessed nectar of life.
Today, I have no caffeine.
I have a headache. I'm cranky. I want to murder everything. And I can't make my fingers move quickly or coherently enough to produce more than a couple hundred words at a time. And I've been sitting here since 1 p.m. This is terrible. I feel terrible, I look terrible and I feel like my brains are going to explode out of my head and ooze out of my eyes at any given moment.
If you haven't guessed, the word of the day is 'terrible'.
I didn't realize how truly addicted to caffeine I was until I didn't have any. Then the yucky symptoms start. Irritability, headaches, fatigue. Blah blah blah.
I swear I'm never doing this again. I NEED caffeine to live. And to write. And to make the boring bits a lot easier to handle.
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