In order:

1. Wanted to finish reading a bunch of comics, particularly The Unwriten, The Unknown and Unthinkable.
2. Wanted to write a quick review of those comics.
3. Someone was wrong on the Internet.
4. Wanted to finish that review. (got it)
5. As I was about to brush my teeth and go the hell to bed I came up with an idea and had to jot down some notes so I wouldn't forget it later.
6. Decided I had to post this. WTF?

(Yes, it's a real LJ post from me. Crazy, huh?)

Stayed up late + got up early + poor sleep + benadryl = tired.

How apropos. I'm sitting in the customer lounge at the car dealer while my car is in for its 10,000-mile checkup, waiting for my coffee to take effect and counteract the fact that I didn't get enough sleep last night...and there's a news report about sleep deprivation on the TV.

Writing 1666 words a day is hard. Writing 1800-2500 or more because you've fallen behind is harder. Throw in work, traffic, voting, food, and other plans, and it gets really hard.

The last time I got a good night's sleep was Saturday. I missed my chance to write Sunday morning, and a trip to see a movie turned into an all-day event, so I didn't get started until evening. I think I was up until 1:30. Monday evening was a marathon session, and I think I finished around midnight. Tuesday I didn't get a chance to start until 11pm, and I was determined to get at least a few paragraphs down, which turned into a couple of pages. 12:30? 1:00?

It's taking its toll.

Today I skipped my weekly trip to the comic store during lunch hour, because I knew I wouldn't have time to read anything tonight. alenxa and I were contemplating grabbing coffee on the way home, but eventually decided to skip the Flashback Feature showing of Dr. Strangelove and just put it on Netflix. Even though we were home, we still taped Lost as both of us went into writing mode.

I broke 10,000 words today, the 20% mark. And I added some more characters, which will help me figure out what's actually going on in the middle of the story. I figured out where it's going Sunday night, but how it gets there is still pretty nebulous. I managed to do some good character bits today that actually set up a scene I'd already written better than what I had before.

I'm not quite on track, but I'm getting there. I think I'll take a cue from Girl Genius and describe it as Doom Level: Middling. Goal identified, but still determining course. Almost caught up with word count. Major sleep debt, but finally getting to bed before midnight.

Crap, I need to figure out what's going on with the villain. So far I don't know any more than the main characters do, and they don't know much.



Word Count: 11471

Stay up ridiculously late, collapse in bed, drop off to sleep. That's the way it's supposed to work. Not spend another hour-plus tossing & turning.

I "woke up" his morning unsure of just how long it took me to fall asleep last night, but somehow convinced that all I had to do was look at the modification time on the most recently changed files in... something. My brain, probably.

Then I went back to sleep.

Eventually I woke up and realized that the file timestamp thing was just plain silly. Kind of like the time a few years back that I half-woke up, convinced (probably from an interrupted dream) that I could manipulate reality by altering its HTML code.

Anyway, I know there are people on my friends list who have serious insomnia, and I just want to say: I salute you. I don't know how you put up with it on a regular basis.

Random quote from Saturday night (or technically early Sunday morning):

“Can’t sleep. Cars will hit me. Can’t sleep. Cars will hit me.”

This morning I stumbled into work and almost screwed up the coffee again. (I usually get in at least half an hour before any other coffee drinkers, although the one mug from home is usually enough.) Except this time, I was ready to start it without putting the urn in place!

Must sleep earlier tonight…

Here's the very early song.
Won't you help and sing along?

It's early
I knew it
So early
I rue it
I'm very very sorry that I woke up at this hour
Just don't fall asleep again, you're driving...

(Sorry, I'm too tired to come up with a good rhyme.)