Today and tomorrow are being dedicated to the hard push. I have a couple of chapters to finish. It’s getting difficult at this point because I’ve been sitting sooo much. In the future, I’m sticking to the daily word count and then jogging or something. I feel so incredibly restless–so, yeah, I’ve been pushing. Yet, I must make it two more days.
I’ve kept myself so cooped up, I’m almost desperate for some lunches out with friends and maybe a long bookstore trip.
This weekend, yes, I’m pitching and nervous about it–but I’m also spending most of the weekend with writing friends, so it’ll be fun. Yesterday, I worked on a synopsis all day. I have a love/hate relationship with those things. I hate them up until the point everything clicks, then I usually end up pretty happy with the results.
This one is a “just in case she asks” kind of thing for this weekend. So, it had to be short and sweet. Whittling 100,000 words down to four pages was a real challenge.
Still feeling groggy. This morning was hell for my entire family. My husband sets his alarm for 5:30– which for me still feels like 4:30. I was so distressed by being jarred out of a sound sleep, I faded in and out until I had to get up. During a fade, I had one of those death nightmares. Don’t you hate those?
I was in my car and going fast up a hill on a highway. I didn’t see the sharp curve until it was too late and didn’t make it in time. I have been having this dream for years and hate it. Makes me paranoid to drive sometimes.
So, when I dragged my exhausted butt out of bed, it was to find that my daughter had overslept for school. She really needs another day home for the illness, but she’s terrified of getting behind.
Then, I had to wake my son four times.
Yes, Daylight Savings Sucks. The extra hour of sunlight is nice in the evenings, but so is candlelight earlier…