It's been a strange week. For months now, I've had my days planned and suddenly, I don't. Which lends me to thinking. Thinking always gets me into trouble.
Things such as...
I should lose weight. Only, I don't sleep the night before and the last thing I want to do is use Truvia in my coffee so out comes the maple syrup. It's only a touch (no really!) but I shouldn't have it.
Those book covers I just made for the Fake Marriage series. Do I really like them? Like how much do I like them? Will my people be upset if I change them again? Do they notice things like that? No? It's just author over-obsesson? Okay.
Should I cut my hair? My hairdresser is back in town for a week, and I love her so I should have her do my hair. But I kinda like it this length. Can I last the next six weeks? My hair grows pretty fast.
Oh! And the cats. I'm telling you the little gremlins have it out for me. I'm trying to get to sleep and the fat one decides to stand on my liver when I'm just at that almost asleep stage. And another wants to sing the song of his people...at 2am. Next thing I know, it's a chorus.
The list goes on which is why I don't immediatly zonk out when my head hits the pillow...unlike my husband who can literally be in the middle of a conversation and start snoring. Like doesn't this man have the universe to ponder?
Whew. Apparently, I have way too much time on my hands. I will say, that the young adult book that I'm working on is coming along. I've given myself a deadline of getting it to my editor by the middle of this month. Which means my little fingers are busy. So there's that. I'm still a little burnt out. Still a little tired. But it gets better each day.
Okay, I kinda wrote a short story...sorry about that.