I did it this past weekend. I was on a mission. Bobbi's Canon needed edits. It goes to formatting tomorrow, and I wanted heavy editing done by Sunday so I could stroll through another, final round of edits on Monday and get it sent along on time. So I sat down around 11-ish on Saturday to pick up where I'd left off on Friday.
And I didn't stop. I worked right through the day and evening. Midnight came, then 2 a.m. There was no way I was stopping -- I was on a roll. I wanted to keep going; I was enjoying it. The clock spun right past 4, 5 and 6 a.m.
"Well, just write off that night of sleep, sistah," I told myself. An incurable insomniac, I wasn't unfamiliar with the concept. So I brewed a strong pot of coffee and kept going. And going. Right through the lunch and dinner hours, again. I didn't stop until I got to the end. I finally put it down for the day at around 6 p.m., determining that the final run-through and typo check could wait.
That's a 31-hour work shift for those of you playing along at home. Obsessive much?
No, not much. But when it comes to this, my first book under my name, yes. Better believe I'm obsessing. Considering the changes that came out of that insane editing marathon, it was an obsession well-place. Bobbi's Canon is a much better book for it. I like how it's shaping up, and I think you will too.
Chime in: What's the longest work shift you've ever worked? Was it by choice or voluntary? And was it worth it? I'd love to hear your stories!