of successful writing.  Yay! I recently finished my 5 pages for the day, and am starting to feel a serenity to the process.  Yesterday, I noticed that in the late afternoon/evening I thought about the characters in my book and where I left off with them, and I got excited about where they’re going.  Almost as if it was a book I was reading and I couldn’t wait to see what happened next.  I love that feeling!

I also added layers to the first chapter and would like to do that to the second later today–oh wow, I finished the first two chapters this week.

So, for now I’m going to find food, read some of Trapped and deal with the kiddos.  Later!

Whoo hoo, just wrote 5 pages in an hour and a half.  Mostly due to dialogue, but still. lol

It feels very odd getting finished so early in the day and not struggling at night to get it done.  VERY odd!  but now I get to finish reading The Dollmaker. 

Six pages done and it’s only 1PM.  I can’t imagine what I’ll do for the rest of my day.

I just hope, in my sleep-deprived brain, it isn’t all shit. LOL

Ok, if you haven’t guessed it yet, I really have nothing else to say.  I’ll try to be more interesting tomorrow, but I can’t promise anything.

Yesterday, I completed my 5 pages. Yay!

Today, I so far have 3 1/2 and 45 minutes to finish. For some reason, today and yesterday, the words are coming sooo slow. Maybe tomorrow I can finally get it done BEFORE 3 PM.

Ok, I have no time to gab. Later!

I don’t like spring and summer where I live. While I do despise heat and humidity of ANY kind (my heater in the winter doesn’t go above 65 degrees), the main reason I hate these times of year is due to the massive amount of children in my complex. Warmer weather means open windows, means screaming, playing and running around until midnight or later on the weekends. No not the little children, they do that until dark. I’m talking about the teenagers (and some parents who like to hang with the teens and all get high together).

So today was the first time I sat outside with my son since the fall, and believe it or not, it wasn’t so bad. Probably ’cause half of the apartments are empty, lol. The kids had a ball, I had a decent time talking to some of my neighbors. For me, the slate is clean. But it’s only a matter of months before some of the shrieking children manage to grate my nerves to pure raw nothingness, and I want to throttle them. Until then, it’s fine.

Of course, with going to bed at 2 this morning and waking at 11 this morning, it means I still have 5 pages of my book to write–maybe I’m rebelling and procrastinating, because folding that laundry earlier seemed much more productive than dealing with Brody and his magical problems.

So I’m off now to try and get the pages done AND get to bed at a reasonable time, so I can redirect my schedule and start getting up at 7 AM again. Wish me luck!