I didn’t shut down that late last night. I typed my last page and hit 3000 words around 12:30. Man, I was happy with myself for sticking to my guns, but this picture pretty much shows how I felt about that time I turned the puter off.
Until I got into bed! My mind would not shut down!!! It was noisily crackling with energy and ideas.
Did I give the new character the wrong look?
Why did I open up a new possibility of deep-assed research?
Wait, I can’t use that character trait because my CP had something similar recently!
And since I’m on chapter fifteen, shouldn’t there be a freaking all-the-way love scene by now???
I’ll have to go back and thread a lot more sexual tension in my secondary romance plot…
Am I ever going to just fall asleep?????
Two hours later, I’m in that weird stage of ‘not’ sleep where you’re highly annoyed and you’ve drifted off a couple of times only to have your mind start playing tricks on you.
I was hearing everything from my husband chewing his own teeth, to this stupid, loud, twittering bird who must have been in some sort of smack down with the barking squirrel.
Then, I would drift off and awaken to that, eerie, middle-of-the-night silence–you know the one–and the feeling that someone was standing over me.
Agh! I would sit up, my eyes scanning the room, my heart pounding–fear a heavy lump in my throat.
It was the silliest thing ever!!! But by three in the morning, I was just plain pissed. Kind of like I was when I watched American Idol last night. I’ve always known reality shows were nothing but useless bunk and now I’m sure of it.