The other night, I stayed up into the wee AM hours of the night to work on my YA novel. The next day, my body paid for my wordplay bender with an on-and-off headache. A loved one suggested that I go to bed early and perhaps skip the writing for one night. I said I couldn't do that because my day wouldn't be complete until I'd written something. Anything.
"If I go to bed early without writing anything, I'd lie awake bemoaning all the clever conversations my characters are having that I can't write down," I said.
But in the evening, I was so very tired. So I jotted down two sentences, a stark contrast from the pages upon pages I'd written the night before. And I went to bed and was out like Rip Van Winkle.
Late-night writing binges are awesome. But I gotta remember to take care of myself too.