Sleep, glorious sleep

I have to tell you--I think I'm turning back into a teenager. How such a thing is possible? I do not know. Maybe it's the fact that I am in the midst of an angst-inducing rewrite of the YA novel I've been dreaming about for years. Or maybe it's the fact that all new novels to enter my home are geared at an audience 18 and under. Either way, it seems the teenager in me has reared her head. Or...not so much reared, more like collapsed--right onto that fluffy down pillow. I can not (do you hear me?) CAN NOT seem to get enough sleep. Ever.

If I sleep 8 hours, I think to myself, "Self, today you will write when the wee child is napping." And self responds, "Oh yes, you are so right. Today we write."

Skip ahead 5-6 hours. The conversation goes more like this:

"Self?"
Snore
Yawn. "Um...self?"
Snore
"Oh, why not." snore

In an effort to fool ole self, I have tried the old 5Am rise and shine maneuver. Get up early, nap later. Used to work. I love to write in the AM. It is by far my most creative time. So the alarm blares and what do you know?

Twack! Old Self is not fooled. I smack that alarm clock into submission, only rising when the wee lad starts his morning hollering.

You see, sleep calls to me. It beacons. When I wake in the morning, my first thought is when I can sleep again. Sick, I know.

I think it's my house. I think my walls are stuffed with sleepy-time tea or something.

So excuse the yawns and the unintelligible comments that may show up on your blogs. You never know, I just might be sleep-blogging.

Nighty-night.

This gives me goosebumps

Youtube has disabled embedding, but this is definitely worth the click.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxPZh4AnWyk

Absolutely stunning. I am so very inspired by her. Just the motivation I needed today.

Enjoy, and...

Dream big!

Rewriting, it's like writing. Right?

Ha! I never imagined this rewrite would be so difficult. Don't get me wrong, I didn't expect it to be easy, but changing the story has turned out to be a giant puzzle. I'm still not sure I have all the pieces.

I started off quick, burning through 1K words a day, sometimes more. That lasted for 25 days. Exactly. Then I got stuck. The story wouldn't go on. So I stopped. Recollected. Rethought. And started over, again.

Now I'm back at 30K, and a part of me is afraid that this is just the point in the story where I'm destined to struggle. But I'm okay with struggling, as long as the story moves forward. Funny thing, I'm staring at the same scene as before. Maybe it's the problem.

This is a pivotal scene in one of the subplots. I think that's what's hanging me up. But I've learned not to push through unless I'm sure what's next. So it'll be a day or two of heavy thinking. The plot board might even be in order. ;)

So that's it in a nutshell. My writing thus far this year. Slow going, but ultimately worth it. (I hope.) I must say, I'm loving the new direction of the story.

Write on, friends!

Two months

Two months of no posts. I'd have to say I have not managed to drag myself out of my blog malaise. I think about posting, then don't. I read all your feeds via bloglines, but forget to head over and comment. My brain is stuck inside my novel and I pretty much feel like I don't have anything else to say once I pull myself back into the real world.

I will try harder. But be forewarned. I may bore the life out of you.