Writing when tired is almost never a good idea. You can feel sleep creeping up your limbs, your mind is more or less a vacuum, and if you’re like me, you might have skipped a meal or two because you were trying to finish something.
But then, sometimes vacuum is one of the best spaces to write in, and out of nowhere, bone-tired after a 16-hour day, I’ve suddenly got an idea how to finish a short story. I wonder I did not see it coming all along, and now that it has come, I want to put it down on paper rightaway.
So, off I go to do some writing. On another note, I have started writing more now that I’ve stopped keeping count!