I’m done in today, and it’s not even 9AM my time yet.
I’m simply not doing enough to get rest on weekends, I suppose. I simply stayed up way too far in Sunday’s wee hours for my own good. I should know better, but sometimes I lose track of time and just…don’t sleep. No matter how tired I am, if I get caught up in something I’m doing, I’ll stay up all night. That’s sort of what happened.
So Sunday I got up the first time I opened my eyes, rather than allow myself to sleep. If I do that, and I end up getting up too late, I’ll have trouble getting to sleep at a reasonable hour Sunday night. Then I’m garbage at work. So with only a few hours sleep, I started Sunday with little sleep.
Writing is what did me in for Saturday night. I was tortured over a major decision I have to make about the end of this book I’m writing. Before I can begin the editing process I need to complete the first draft. (Technically, not true; I could begin the editing process and rewrites and come back to the ending later, if I chose. I’m just too linear a thinker/writer to do that. ORDER, heathens, ORDER!)
This major crossroads decision has to be made for me to write the ending, so I can’t go forward until I make the decision. At first I thought I could solve the problem by writing both endings and seeing which turned out better. But that’s a lot, and I mean a lot, of additional work to do. So I skipped writing Friday night in lieu of taking my mind off the issue, to see if the subconscious mind can come up with a solution to the dilemma.
But it’s not a problem to solve, it’s just a decision i have to make, and my gut wasn’t any closer to making it Saturday than it was Friday night. So I pecked at writing Saturday but was exhausted from some running around we had to do, so by the time I got time to sit and bang the keys, I didn’t have the energy. (Anyone else have that time/energy out-of-sync thing?)
Well, Sunday I couldn’t let myself off the hook anymore. I banged out a couple of scenes, and each one went a different direction, but when my Wonderful First Reader saw them, she liked elements of both. Which is when it hit me — if I combine the two scenes, the decision is stalled a bit, and I have a strong scene overall, so boom. Done.
Now, I have to still make that major decision, but with the major decision still looming, I have to work to get the story going in the direction (and setting) where I envisioned the ending, and I have to hurry up about it. The last thing I want is a draggy ending.
Anyway, aside from sleep deprivation, everything else was great. We didn’t get much done, but we did get out of the house, and we hung out which is always a blessing for me. I intend to continue pecking at this thing until it’s done but I missed a great window to finish it this past weekend. By next weekend, I suspect I’ll be moving to rewrites.
I suppose I’ll do some minor edits — clean-up and such — before calling for beta readers, but I’m close to needing more eyes now.
OH, and my diet is working. Really, really well. I’ve not lost six sizes or anything, but the method we’re using now is working as it should, and we ought to start seeing the effects soon. I have a lot — A LOT — of weight to lose, so “seeing the effects” could be more something I notice than anyone else, but hey! We have to start somewhere, right?
So, how was your weekend?
EDIT: For those wondering, we think we have our bank situation cleared up, but I can’t find out until I call my bank later this morning. Just FYI, in case I left ya hangin’ on Friday.