Therefore, sleepy, exhausted, I stand up and open my computer to write some more. More. More. She is screaming in my head, asking me to finish her story. She’s not patient, she violently yells in my head, if she could, she would hit me.
Why did I created such a barbaric character?
She is my muse, and my curse.
I need to sleep, but she won’t let me. Doesn’t she needs to sleep every now and then?