It is errand weekend. This means I have a list of things to get done that is somewhat extensive. It also means I should not be staying up until 5:00 am writing.
Yesterday I was on track. I came home, paid bills, took care of all the payroll stuff I needed to. I was tired and cranky so I tried taking a nap. It didn’t work. Ken and I watched a movie – Erased – it was pretty good. He went to bed and I started writing.
I wrote until 10:30, coming to the end of a scene. I figured okay good place to stop. I turned out the light and couldn’t sleep. The next scene I wanted to write kept playing in my head to the point where after 45 minutes I gave up trying to sleep.
Of course the next scene needed prep, this meant of course additional scenes. I worked on it until almost 5:00 am this morning. I came to the end of the scene and knew EXACTLY what the next couple of scenes were going to be. I did not write them, they are still bouncing around in my head. The problem is I couldn’t sleep. I’d been up almost 24 hours and still my brain would not shut down.
I forced myself to sleep through sheer willpower I think. It took a while but I eventually got to sleep. I slept for an hour or two and woke up. I took one look at the clock and made myself go back to sleep. I dozed for an hour before I fell asleep again.
I’m freaking ridiculous. I got up a little after 10 this morning and I’m trying to get a pile of tasks done including getting the coupons organized. I have a novel ready for production including cover. I still have to settle on a title which is driving me crazy. I have ideas but none of them click really for me. It is going to be a series and ironically I already know the title for the second book (it’s the one I worked on all night).
I’m setting aside my urge to write in order to get a few of the business type things done. Coupons, grocery list, and errand list all need to be made up. Ken is being amazing and running the errands this weekend so I can work on production. When I get all of those practical things done I’ll see what I work on. Being tired, my brain will have to dictate what I’m capable of doing. There are three strong contenders with a fourth possibility. I could clear the table (it is clearer than it has been in months) in my office and finish organizing. I could work on production of two novels I have ready for production. I could write.
As tired as I am all three sound appealing because they all accomplish different things I’ve been working on. I have the feeling it is going to be a weekend of little sleep and lots of stuff done. At least I hope so.