I thought I will have it easy this week. Nope, I was so wrong.

Last night I was editing until almost 8 pm while finishing a story of my own. I just took a break and went back to writing until 11 pm.

I finished another story today while editing another. I still have to do two more tomorrow—on a holiday—just to meet the monthly quota.

My brain is fried.

Wash and repeat in February.

Gong Xi Fa Cai!

As the years drag on, the more dread I feel.