I. Am. Exhausted. As of this this writing, I have worked every day of the past 11 days, and I still have 2 more to go before I get a day off. And these are not light, 4 to 6 hour shifts, either. My Tuesday shifts have spanned noon to 9:30 pm, and both of the previous Fridays, I worked noon to 11:30 pm. I got home well after midnight only to get up again the next morning at 8 and go back to work for 9 hours. For about 5 days there I had a virus, but I think I am over it now.
After almost falling asleep in the middle of a card game last week at Game Night, I opted to stay home this Sunday to relax and work on writing. I've been so busy with my jobs that I've barely had time to write. A couple of times I brought my big red notebook with me to work, and once I packed my laptop, but there is so little accomplished in 20 minutes that must also be used for eating and using the restroom.
If we are friends, or have been, and you are wondering if I plan to use you as a character someday, the answer is that I probably already have. Not necessarily verbatim - this has only happened maybe once or twice - but some fragment has been combined with other fragments. Maybe you said something I liked and I had a character quote you. Or a particular personality quirk will pop up in someone I've written. Sometimes I steal names or name-concepts, looking up the meaning of a person's name, then searching for other names with that same meaning and using that for a character.
I've had one friend refuse to read a story (one that has won two awards and been published) because she knew it was based on real events and people she knew; because it creeped her out and she was afraid of learning what I thought of people. That isn't what I do, though. My characters are my characters. They live in my head and I in theirs. I can't get into other people's heads, so I take what I see and make something new.
At the moment I am still trying to cut 200 words from one story and add 10,000 bare minimum to another. I am hoping to submit them soon for publication. This requires time. Alone time. Lots of it. I just hope September is much kinder to me than August. (Even if the extra money is going to be very helpful. I might just cut a bitch.)