Sunday, September 20, 2009

Monday!

You know you've been spending too much time on Twitter when you begin to think in 140 characters or less. It makes blogging difficult.

It's Monday again (funny how that happens every week!). There's not much to report over here. Well, besides the fact that I managed to get my daughter in blue shorts and a blue bow today. I know! It's like the apocalypse happened!

Other than that, I'm knee deep in revision two of the manuscript I'd put aside some time ago. Imagine my surprise when I realized it was actually pretty good. I'm changing the voice up a little, though, on this pass. I'm hoping to get it finished by the end of October. *crossing fingers*

Tomorrow I have a date to play with clay. I was supposed to go last week and canceled because I was sick. I'm kind of nervous about it. I get that it sounds odd. Why would I be nervous about playing with clay? But I am! It's not like I have any illusions that I'm going to walk away with a usable piece of pottery.

I had marked on the calendar that I was going. My husband read it and commented, "You know, you're going to get dirty."

"I know."

"And you're still going to go?"

"Does that fascinate you?"

He shook his head. "No. It's just that... I love this island."

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Regrouping

I finished my edit and turned it in. (OMG, YAY!!!)

When I finish a project I go from a euphoric high (which for me lasts maybe a night) followed closely by a crash of epic proportions.

I'm in the crash stage right now.

What does the crash look like? Well that's a good question. I'm sure that it's different for everyone. For me it comes in three distinct stages:


I feel sick.

This is due to lack of sleep for the most part. I've been up for a week straight pretty much. I wanted to finish and sleeping was not an option. There were several days there where I'd return an email to my mom and she'd write back, "Isn't it 3am in Japan?"

*Look at clock.* Why, yes it is. No wonder my eyes felt like sandpaper.

Add to that, in those sleepless hours I consumed way too much coffee and very little of anything substantial. Cooking? Nah. I didn't have time for that.


My house is a mess.

I'm trying (!!!) not to let this irritate me. Because I distinctly remember a point last week (*ahem* Thursday) when I was struggling with a chapter. I was so hung up on it that I cleaned my entire house including scrubbing all the floors with bleach. It helped clear my mind and, yes, the chapter turned out awesome.

Would you know that I cleaned it? Nope.


What am I going to work on next?

There's nothing more sobering for me than realizing... I have no idea what to work on today.

It's not that I don't have things. I mean, I have a 50K word MS that is begging to be finished. The problem? I can't remember what it was about. Ha! I have pages of notes on what I need to do to tie it together... and I think I'm going to have to start at the beginning and just read it. I hope it's good.


Long story short: I guess that makes my plans for today... reading in bed. Sounds awesome.

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