I can understand Thor being happy his movie made a butt-load of cash over the weekend, but that doesn’t give him a right to keep me awake most of the night.
The weather around my Real Home has been crazy most of the weekend, but since about 5 PM Sunday afternoon, we kept getting thunder. Not a lot, but it was becoming a very constant thing. When I finally headed off to bed with eyes swollen from sneezing, sometime around 11 PM, the thunder was still there, off and on, like background music that the people down the street were playing in their back yard, and that you’d catch when the wind was right.
Then right at 12:30 AM, it just kicked it hard. Thunder, lightening, and lots and lots of rain. Enough to get me out of bed and having me checking the time (I always do that), then wandering off to the bathroom before finding my way back to a fitful sleep.
It was like that until I finally said, “Screw it,” and crawled downstairs for coffee at 5:20 AM. Fall asleep, dream a little, wake up when the night time outside the bedroom window lit up like a Tesla Coil. Real pain in the butt.
This whole weekend was a pain in the butt. I’m coming up on being sick for almost a week, and I’m that point in the illness where I feel like I’m getting over it, then it comes back and reminds me that I’m wrong. Saturday was weakness; yesterday was a whole lot of sneezing and coughing–and eyes swollen and sore. This morning I thought, “Hey, this might be just about over,” then I was hit with massive sneezing. Damn you, cold. Damn you to hell.
I haven’t been able to do much writing at all. I finished Echoes, and then . . . really, nothing. As I just told someone on Facebook, since I haven’t been writing I’ve been going a little nuts, and last night I pulled out Her Demonic Majesty, and began doing the last pass polish on it. I only made it through the first third of the first chapter, but I needed to do something . . . I needed to look at some words and get into a story.
And I ended up rewriting more than a few parts of the section of the chapter. I haven’t actually looked at it in months, and as I read it, I was shaking my head. No, no, no. Parts of it felt very clumsy. So it got a make over–one of the better, I hope.
Getting this last edit in will become my current project. I have lots of notes to make for a couple of stories, and as much as I’d like to start on something new, I’m not there yet. Research, baby: that’s what I do. So I still have that to do before I can really get into those stories.
But Majesty . . . I’ve been sitting on that for a while, and it’s time to finish it up. Time to look for publishers. Time to get it out there. There’s no point in letting it collect electronic dust.
Maybe getting sick and taking a little time off is a good thing. Because it’s given me time to think, and to suffer. Well, the suffering I can do without, but thinking–always a good thing.
Just need to channel that into something that’s going to be good further down the line.