Sacrifices

Thanks to everyone who gave me feedback on my short story first paragraph. I stayed up late last night polishing it up and finally submitted it. Your feedback was invaluable. I knew there was something wrong with that first line, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.

As I said, I stayed up late last night. After I submitted my short story, I stayed up later reworking my query letter to reflect a recent edit on my manuscript. The lure of a completely silent house was too tempting and I could not go to bed.

This morning I was tired.

I walked into the kids' bathroom and picked something up off the floor. As I stood upright I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. This is what I saw:

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Ahh, there's nothing like seeing Wormtongue when you look in the mirror in the morning. My hair was still wet from my shower, and because I'd been bending over, some of it was hanging in my face. And unfortunately it's styled very similarly to Wormtongue's. Plus, we both have blue eyes and I hadn't put on makeup yet.... Ugh.

In all of this, I just want to point out the sacrifices we make as writers. BIG SACRIFICES. As in, looking like Wormtongue because we stayed up too late writing.

What sacrifices do you make to do what you love?