Signs that you were meant to be a writer

Early mornings and long days have contributed to significant sleep deprivation over the last week and a half, which naturally explains why I've somehow managed to write over five thousand words on various projects including the WIP and an experimental short story.

As my brain gets fuzzier and fuzzier, to the point where I'm not sure I should be trying to balance a checkbook, what little processing power I have to spare says "Oooh, this is a good time to write! Forget about napping, that's for sissies. Let's make a story!"

I theorize that I'll hit maximum productivity right before the point when I collapse.