Here’s the thing. Burnout is inefficient. And there’s literally nothing I hate more than inefficiency. It’s my archnemesis. It slows me down, makes me angry and ragey, and mildly violent… (toward my keyboard)1
But worse, if you’re anything like me, you’re completely incapable of realizing you’re tired, let alone reaching the brink of total burnout. I’m blind to burnout. It’s like fighting a custom built invisible demon while blindfolded and strapped into a straight jacket. Suffice to say, I’ve probably gone through at least six months of piss poor writing performance, chronic exhaustion, a terrible mindset and insomnia. Because I know what’s useful when you’re tired, NOT SLEEPING.
Okay, I’ll wind my neck in because I like to be a sparkling ray of positivity here.
LIES.
We all know I’m a scathingly cynical, intensely sarcastic rage-beast from the depths of your nightmares. But that slight tangent aside, I do like to be helpful.
So here’s me being helpful:
