No dreams to talk about today, because there weren’t any. At least none that I could discuss. You see, I didn’t get much sleep–
Correction: I was back to getting about three hours of sleep last night.
I fell asleep about midnight, woke up about two, tossed and turned until about five, and the alarm went off at six. I got a little dream time in during the hour before the alarm went off, but today is a seriously sleep deprived morning. I was so out of it driving into The Cubical Hell (where I discovered that radio streaming has been blocked, which means it’s over to YouTube to listen to albums) that I was really afraid to be out in traffic.
So today is one of those days where the mind feels like it’s checked out and gone off on holiday. I feel like I have the chills running through my arms and legs, and time is some relativistic entity manipulated by gamma factors.
Not the day I was expected, but it’s the day you get. You make the best of it, and hope that by noon, you can get some coffee into the body and pick up a little steam that will carry you into the evening.
This evening I’m going to need it, because today was the start of the two-week push to get my novel nice, pretty, and polished, before I send it off to Harper Voyager for consideration. It’s never good to try and edit when you’ve a mind full of cobwebs, and today I’ve got Metebelis Spiders–“All Hail the Great One!”–roaming about in my brain.
Yeah, you deal with the day you get, not the one you want.
Then again, being a little tired–or a lot–makes you focus on your work. I’m not writing new material, but polishing, editing, getting my story in final form. I’m certain there are things I’ve missed, and I’ll get them.
Twenty-four chapters in fourteen days. Very doable. Now is the time to make that push, so that by 30 September, I’m ready to submit.
Then once this is out of the way, it’s time for my Halloween story, and getting ready for NaNo. The end of the year push when the writing picks up, and carries you through the end of the year, and into the next.
There is something else on the way as well: my 500th post. This post is number 495, so come Saturday, I’ll have five hundred in the books, on the Internet, and I’ll be ready for another five hundred. Well, another two hundred and fifty, at least: I’ll do another special post when I reach my 750th, and then another when I reach the 1000th. After that, who knows? Maybe I’ll retire from blogging.
Ha! Fat chance.
Though that makes me wonder: how much longer will I keep at this? I’ve been going strong for a year, and making another five hundred posts will take about fifteen months. Sure, I can keep running at the fingers, but what will I talk about?
You know what I’ll talk about–
Anything I like.