It’s the story of my life.
Actually, left to my own devices, I’m usually a very prompt person. It’s when others get involved (not naming you by name, sweetie!) that I turn into this horribly slow, never-on-time creature that people laugh and snicker at.
My problems getting this post up on time are twofold: insomnia and modem trouble. Yes, I use a modem. (My kiddo snickered at that, and the repair guy looked as if he wanted to. I live in dial-up hell.) I’m writing this on a borrowed computer. Ick.
The insomnia is a tougher problem. No trip to the repair place to deal with that. I’ve had it since I was fifteen, and I don’t think it’s going away any time soon. There’s not much more miserable than being so tired that your yawns are swallowing your face and not being able to go sleep.
If the frustration doesn’t drive me too crazy, I put the time to good use by running story and scene ideas through my head. It’s not too distracting; it doesn’t keep me awake; it’s like watching a movie that no one else can see. The only problem is that I often can’t remember the scenes the next morning, LOL.
During about half of my twenty-some year writing career, I slept all day and wrote all night. Maybe that’s what I need to do now, since I’m awake most of the night anyway. It’s just kind of hard to deal with the real world when you’re asleep while they’re awak e and vice versa, but maybe I’ll give it another shot.
It can’t be any worse than lying awake, exhausted, and listening to seven critters snoring — oops, six critters and one husband — while I’m begging for sleepl