Yikes!

I'm behind three pages. I'll catch up eventually but I hate being behind. I was nodding off at the keys last night at 9 o'clock. Still watched Sons of Anarchy after because I love that show and I could just veg.

Part of the problem is that my little guy is still sick and wakes up each night between 3 and 4 am coughing. He eventually gets back to sleep after I get up and give him water and get up all comfy again, but I don't. I'm still stick so I get coughing too. And my mind gets going. Ugh! So frustrating. So it's been two straight weeks of the nightly coughing spells for him, and I'm starting to feel pretty sleep deprived again, similar to after he was born.

But it's just a nasty virus that doesn't want to let either of us go. It sucks. during the day we're both mostly okay with the occasional coughing fit, but at night it's worse for him.

I hope we are both able to kick it soon. Night time isn't my best writing time, but night time when I'm already dead tired is a really, really tall order.

Friday!

Hmmm. I'm a few pages ahead so I'm considering taking the night off of writing and getting back into it tomorrow. Friday night is usually date night for my fella and I, and I don't want to blow that off, even if it's just for a month. We don't go anywhere because we have our little bean, but we get take-out and watch a movie.

I have The Reaping waiting for us. I really want to see it. So perhaps.

Stupid cold is still holding on. My little guy is still coughing too. Wakes him up in the night. Poor lil bean.

Strange, how fast this week has gone by. I've been pretty much obsessed with this story since I began writing it. I guess that's a good thing. See the Nanowrimo widget I added to the side bar? I'm diggin' it!

Happy Friday everyone!

Still Goin'

Last night was easier than the night before. I put on my red fleece lucky writing pants that I just bought from Target and my red fleece top and made some peppermint tea, and turned out six pages in an hour and a half.

Now whether those six pages are good for anything other than lining the kitty box or making paper airplanes with I don't know, but I gotta tell ya, I'm having a blast. I'm not self-editing and my characters are talking to me. Sometimes its silly stuff but I don't care.

I think I'm lucky in that I've written the main characters before, and their voices are very familiar to me. Writing Leah feels very natural because I've listened to her voice for two previous books. I guess a four year break has made her antsy and she won't shut up.

I guess I need to remember to put in a little back story because there's a lot of stuff I know about her that I take for granted from the previous two books that a reader who hasn't read Repo Chick Blues or Finding Chloe wouldn't know.

So I'm on page 27. Fingers crossed that it keeps going relatively smoothly for me.

Stubborn

I got my word count in again, by sheer stubbornness. My eyes were closing while I clicked at away at the keys by 10 pm, but I wouldn't stop until I got my 5 1/2 pages done.

I don't know if it makes sense or not. I guess that's not really important at this stage of the game. I have to watch myself because I tend to get caught up in the structure and plotting of a story when I get stuck, because the structure helps me push through it. The problem is that I don't have or the luxury of doing that. Any time I spend plotting is taken from the writing. So it has to be sparse.

Still having fun. It's only week one!

But I know I'm not alone. Thousands of writers are pounding away at the keys long into the night after they work day jobs all day long. If you're not stubborn, it'll be a lot harder to get those words down.

Third Day

After I put my little bean to bed I sat down at the kitchen table and banged out 6 pages. If I sit back on the reclying couch, my usual writing spot, I nod off at night. Can't do 'er. So this is my new trick to stay awake. The chair is wooden and hard, so I don't get too comfortable. So far it's working.

Same, same tonight. Don't want to lose my momentum.

Still fighting with a cold. Doesn't seem to want to leave me. I feel pretty good for a day or two and then it morphs into something else. Some kind of super tenacious virus bug thing.

So at about 3,400 words - ish. So far so good.

First Day of Nanowrimo

Got up at five a.m and got a couple of pages done. Another three and a half while the bean napped. Going to try and bang out a couple more now.

It's been a busy weekend. I'm tired and all I really want to do is cuddle in with a book. But I will persevere. My bed can wait. The trick will be staying awake while typing. I've fallen asleep at the keys before.

Okay. Here I go.

Watch my dust.

Boo!

I'm all hot and sweaty. And no, I wasn't doing anything fun. I got up early and made banana muffins from scratch, then went nuts washing floors because they won't get washed for the entire month of November, so I wanted to do a really good job. Of course, the Swiffer wet jet decided to give me a problem today, so I had to threaten, beg and plead for it to work because I'd be damned if I was going to go downstairs and dig out the mop and bucket. To hell with that.

Coaxed the swiffer into allowing me to finish the job. I'll have to get a new one before Dec, hehe. Baby slept until 8 am when I had to go in and wake him up. I felt terrible about it but daddy was taking him for his hair cut so I had to get him up. Daddy was tired from hangin' with his posse until 3 am, so it was more difficult getting him up. Car guys. *Shaking head*

I'm still draggin' a bit from the cold virus I caught, but otherwise doing well. I did some plotting last night on the new Leah book. Wow. It's already coming together. I rarely know who the villain is until the end of the story. This time I know. It'll be interesting. I have the skeleton of the book done. Still trying to decide if I want to include another plot line I've been thinking about for a few years. We'll see what happens.

Gotta take the little bean for his flu shot this morning. He won't be pleased with me. I'll have to bribe him with a new toy car. Usually works.

A squirrel came up to the kitchen window and looked right at us while he was eating his muffin. It made him giggle. That made my entire day. That'll get me through the month when the writing gets tough and I'm really cranky. I'll keep that image in my head.

Have a great Halloween everyone!