I recently signed up for the SCBWI Mid South conference in Nashville next month (look me up if you're going) and decided I needed a new suit.
A normal person would go to Macy's and buy a suit.
I thought it would be fun to make one.
Not so much when I'm still up at three-in-the-morning near tears because the collar won't lay flat. In fact, I have to schedule an appearance for my jacket on Divorce Court because the collar and and yoke front are citing irreconcilable differences.
And there's also the fun "I cheese grated my own eyeballs" feeling that comes with four hours of sleep.
With all the shedding of sweat, blood, and tears you ask, "Why do you do it?"
For the same reason I write books instead of read them. Now you know what I'm talking about. *wink*