I cannot seem to wake up this week. I don’t get it! I’m sleeping well at night. I even refused to take Benadryl last night (which is like taking Ambien for me) so that I wouldn’t have the drugged haze this morning.
And still…here I am, on my 4th cup of coffee…fighting the Sandman to the death.
The Sandman is a wily booger, btw. And he fights dirty. I think the only reason I can’t keep my eyes open is because he somehow managed to slip in weighted ball-bearings into my eyelids. They just keep closing on their own.
Did someone switch the coffee to decaf??? Does someone need to die?
In writing related news…
Did Mel just say “In writing related news? As in WRITING-writing? As in BOOKS?”
Yes, Mel did just say writing news…but don’t get too excited yet…
I am revamping my very first completed manuscript. Updating it (since it was written in 2003…and has references to “flip” phones and “surveillance TAPES”) and I’m cutting it down a bit and tightening up the writing. (I have grown as a writer since this book. THANKFULLY.) and then…once I think it’s ready, I’ll probably self-pub it for y’all to enjoy.
And you will enjoy it, if I do my job correctly.
So there’s your breaking news, bitches. I’m writing again. Getting back in the saddle. Officially. And I’m ready to rock out with my cock out.
Peace, love, and happy Wednesday! Everyone find a leg and get to humpin’!