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Friday before last, I woke up with such a terrible sense of vertigo that I could hardly trust my feet to do their job of keeping me upright.I stumbled around the house for an hour or so, and when it didn't get any better, I called in sick and went back to bed. And slept. I slept most of Saturday, and took two(!) naps Sunday. By Monday, I was finally awake enough to go back to work.
This episode may scare me straight at last. For years, I've engage in an ongoing challenge to see how little sleep I can do with and still drive a car and speak complete sentences. (The answer: five hours. Or at least it was, up to now.)
All last week, I took pains to get eight hours of sleep a night - or at least budget for eight hours, as opposed to staying up til midnight editing or playing Angry Birds and then rising again at 5 a.m. It helps that I finally bought a bottle of melatonin, which several of you recommended to me. Thank you for that, by the way. It works perfectly, with no drowsiness in the morning. Though I am still a little paranoid by nature, my long-term goal is to start to make better use of my leisure time than obsessing.
On the fanfic front, I got a kick out of reading about ten famous authors who write fanfic. It seems the trend goes well beyond that 50 Shades woman. I'm glad Scalzi finally owned up to certain realities after Fuzzy Nation came out. Hey John, "re-booting" another author's work is called fan fiction, my friend! Just because your publisher managed to secure permission doesn't change that fact. And then there's good old Orson Scott Card. I didn't think I could personally dislike him more than I do, but the man is a veritable wellspring of asshattery.
This episode may scare me straight at last. For years, I've engage in an ongoing challenge to see how little sleep I can do with and still drive a car and speak complete sentences. (The answer: five hours. Or at least it was, up to now.)
All last week, I took pains to get eight hours of sleep a night - or at least budget for eight hours, as opposed to staying up til midnight editing or playing Angry Birds and then rising again at 5 a.m. It helps that I finally bought a bottle of melatonin, which several of you recommended to me. Thank you for that, by the way. It works perfectly, with no drowsiness in the morning. Though I am still a little paranoid by nature, my long-term goal is to start to make better use of my leisure time than obsessing.
On the fanfic front, I got a kick out of reading about ten famous authors who write fanfic. It seems the trend goes well beyond that 50 Shades woman. I'm glad Scalzi finally owned up to certain realities after Fuzzy Nation came out. Hey John, "re-booting" another author's work is called fan fiction, my friend! Just because your publisher managed to secure permission doesn't change that fact. And then there's good old Orson Scott Card. I didn't think I could personally dislike him more than I do, but the man is a veritable wellspring of asshattery.