This last month has been a busy one for me. My life tends to run on course as smooth as you please, and then BAM – I’m in a quiet whirlwind that involves me being extremely busy in ways that probably look very non-busy to everyone else. I graduate at the end of this month, and then not long after that it’s off to a worldview summit in Tennessee with my sister. My novel was just published, and I’m trying to cram my term essay on Tolkien, the rest of my Bible school, my summit reading alongside art commissions and writing. Sleep has been pretty much nonexistent; I can’t seem to sleep even when I have time, and when I can’t sleep I work on one of the aformentioned school things.
So these are the days when my nights are more awake than anything else. These are the nights filled with
– soft clacking of the keyboard as I try to write without waking my sister up
– music filling my headphones as I work out the quirks of a certain Oxford professor
– the quiet rustle of pages turning as I finish my latest book from the library
– padding upstairs like a kunoichi as I make myself a cup of coffee without letting the kettle whistle
These are full days and full nights and really, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Sleep is overrated anyway.