So I spent the last few days putting the finishing touches on two columns and a feature article and sending them off to make sure editors cancelled the hit contracts they'd doubtlessly taken out on me by now.
That's *scribbles on back of envelope* a little over three thousand words total, and it's left me drained. I mean, if you scraped the bottom of my brain pan right now, you might find some loose syllables and a spare consonant or two, but I ain't got any whole words left in the tank. It's going to take time to grow a fresh crop.
Now, my friends who are real writers? Three thousand words would be a slow day for them. Mad respect for that.