How the heck did that happen?
After three hours sleep (reason for disjointedness of post), followed by three hours staring at the ceiling, wishing I was asleep, followed by a short shopping trip, it's time to be productive.
I'm just about to format an ebook short for my wife (still feels weird saying that), and after that I think I'll write. Not sure what, yet, but it'll be on one of my projects. After that I may have to nap, but that's allowed if I've worked hard first, right?
Lately I've been in a bit of a writing lull. Actually, that's an understatement. I've been in a deep pit of none-writing. A pit with slimy moss-covered walls and no rope. I'm having to fashion one out of my own beard hair (I have a lot lying about since I turned it into a goatee).
The thing is, writer's write. If I'm not writing, I'm not a writer, and I really like being a writer, so I need to pull my finger out and get on with it. Speaking of which...
I won't be attempting NaNoWriMo this year. I've tried it twice in the past, once as an editing exercise instead, and once as a proper writing exercise, and neither worked out very well for me. If anything I wrote less each time, rather than more. I like the community encouragement and support that comes from joining, but the idea itself just doesn't suit my style.
Good luck to those who are attempting it, though!
As well as the writing, I have editing that needs doing, but I'm pretty turned off from that WIP at the moment. I think I need more time away from it before I can properly tackle it without getting angry and trying to set fire to my laptop.
That's about it for now. Sorry for not posting in a while, and sorry if this post makes little sense. I'm still addled. :-)