Saturday, My Day of Rest

I am so freaking tired I can barely function. I keep falling asleep. Example: I fell asleep earlier while my husband was asking me a question. I fell asleep in the middle of writing an email. I fell asleep again while sitting beside my son who was watching raucous cartoons. I just can’t stay awake. The lethargy is really cutting into work time. I could happily sit on the couch and stare at a wall today. It’s about the activity level my head desires.

Is there something going around? My son was literally this exhausted on Tuesday but I thought it was a combo of teenager hormones and too little sleep. My other son slept a lot on Wednesday, but I thought it was because he was sick… I’m feeling a little oblivious right now.

I’m trying caffeine therapy. I’ve just sucked down a coke and coffee is brewing. I ♥ caffeine. I swear some days it’s all that keeps me going. Yeah, I know… it’s not great for you. Neither is breathing. I’m not going to stop doing that either.

So, in other news, I started my next book. I vowed after I completed the last Wild Cress Family book, I wasn’t writing another BDSM. That’s was it. No more. I was done. It’s not that I don’t like it—I ♥ writing BDSM almost as much as caffeine. I just want to be sure it stays…fresh. I want all my books to be great. My friends and family have strict instructions to smack me across the side of the head if I start hacking out books just for the buck. Quality is far more important to me than anything else. I guess that’s why I’m so tough on books I critique too. My crit partners know I won’t pull punches. I’ll be nice, but I’ll say it as it is.

Back to the new book…so I started writing. I had a concept and I knew the character’s situations. I even knew my ending. At the end of page one, I discovered there was something I didn’t know. My hero is a Dom. WTF. Damn it. Sigh… Sometimes these things just come across so strongly, you have to go with it. I’m going with it.

Yesterday
Children: After parent torture, one child is about to get voted off the island. Seems he’s been shoving everything—homework, notes to me, etc.—into his desk. He’s grounded from just about everything until Christmas break. Homework avoidance 1 on the standard 1-10 scale of homework perfection. There’s a lot of sucking up being done.
Loads of laundry: 2

Words Written: 500

3 thoughts on “Saturday, My Day of Rest

  1. Spooky, I was absolutely knackered yesterday too…I cannot write BDSM as the heroine always ends up telling the hero to piss off and then he walks around confused wondering what to do…doesn’t work does it?

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