
Over the past several days I've learned a thing or two about my work habits: I hate deadlines and I'm a really slow writer. I am writing five city guides for work, nothing overly creative or time-consuming - or so I thought. I spent almost two hours this afternoon writing 250 words. That's bad, folks. Knowing how much I have to do by the close of tomorrow, I spent the entire evening researching and writing. The worst part? I'm nowhere near done. My brain is beyond fried and I desperately want to go to bed. I wish I could put this in as overtime...