I should really be _______________.

But instead I'm writing my book. I wake up early just to write, edit, and obsess over the latest critique on scribophile - which is a Godsend, by the way. I stay up late just to fit in my entire day of 6 hours of writing/editing/critiquing other people's work, 3 hours of teaching, MAYBE some gym action, 2-3 square meals. I'M A BEAST. There's a little naysayer in the back of mind that says I should not be investing so much time into this project, but it's my first book and I can't help wanting to love and nurture it until it blossoms or otherwise, till it withers like a cilantro plant in Normandie. After four hours of writing and one hour of class preparation for tomorrow, my office butt says it's time to hit the gym. Le siiiigh