damnyou halloween candy and your delicious insomnia
Eggggggh.
So. I've been awake since, gonna guess two?, when my husband, who once every several months has the sort of nightmare that ends by him starting up and giving a short scream at top volume, decided to have one of those.
You want to know the taste of your own heartbeat? Try sleeping next to someone who does that. Just, yanno, a short scream uttered in perfect terror less than half a foot from your sleeping head. Jesus Christ. I mean, yeah, it also sucks to be the guy having the bad dream, but he just rolls over and is back to sleep in five minutes whereas I'm still riding the adrenaline snake an hour later. The halflife on adrenaline is brutal, man. Plus candy. Which has sugar. Which gives me insomnia. (discovered through science!)
Took my kid to a nature "class" today. It's for 2-3 year olds, and my kid is the kid who, during mat time, sits up on his knees and shouts the answer to everything regardless if he knows it or not. He also asked the teacher if hummingbirds were "bad guys" the concept of which he is obsessed with. Like, there is a strong possibilty my child will grow up to be a supervillain and if that happens you guys, I am totally sorry.
I missed halloween, so that sucks and by that i mean i did not get to get dressed and go out to parties due mostly to a technical issue at the eleventh hour with my husband's costume which would require ordering expensive things on the internet that would not arrive in time- it was unfortunate because his costume would've been badass and mine would have been super obscure as a stand alone costume. but I did get to take my two year old trick or treating which was kind of the best thing ever anyways. And he was Iron Man because of course he was. Afterwards we sat in the couch in pajamas and ate candy and watched live tv (something I never do anymore). I was hoping for a harry potter movie or something but the only halloween-ish thing on was Dancing With The Fucking Stars? Which I have never seen before and I must say that when Ricki Lake is your big household name you're using the definition of "stars" pretty fucking loosely. Anyway, some damsel-and-werewolf tango or something comes on and the man dancer starts off by ripping off his shirt sleeves and top part of his shirt so he is just wearing some vest-thing now.
And my toddler son crams some skittles in his mouth and points at the tv: "shirt. off."
Me: "Yup he took his shirt off."
Small fry: "Oh, he a bad guy?"
Me: "No. he's just kind of a cheese ball."
Small fry, chewing candy and contemplating the screen: "Cheese ball bad guy."
Me: "PRETTY MUCH."
In non-breeder news, I've been immersed in revisions on TIK and things are going really well. Been working every day, which, when you hit a steady stride in writing, is pretty much the best feeling ever. I still have a bit of heavy lifting to do, couple of tweaks. I wrote a new scene where another death priest encounters my party on the road with bloody results and I need to figure out where it goes chronologically in the story.( Also, it was terrific fun to write.)
And, I had a revelation last night that changes the last few chapters of the story. I'm thinking I may need to rewrite them- like 80-90 percent new material. So that's intimidating, but it's also the plan for today. I'm not even sure if I'm going to class tonight, simply because I want to put getting this work done first. I'm not quite done with the thinking stage yet, I need to pace around and drink coffee and talk to myself and reread the current material and my notes and drink more coffee.
coffee. hmm. yes. coffee.
So. I've been awake since, gonna guess two?, when my husband, who once every several months has the sort of nightmare that ends by him starting up and giving a short scream at top volume, decided to have one of those.
You want to know the taste of your own heartbeat? Try sleeping next to someone who does that. Just, yanno, a short scream uttered in perfect terror less than half a foot from your sleeping head. Jesus Christ. I mean, yeah, it also sucks to be the guy having the bad dream, but he just rolls over and is back to sleep in five minutes whereas I'm still riding the adrenaline snake an hour later. The halflife on adrenaline is brutal, man. Plus candy. Which has sugar. Which gives me insomnia. (discovered through science!)
Took my kid to a nature "class" today. It's for 2-3 year olds, and my kid is the kid who, during mat time, sits up on his knees and shouts the answer to everything regardless if he knows it or not. He also asked the teacher if hummingbirds were "bad guys" the concept of which he is obsessed with. Like, there is a strong possibilty my child will grow up to be a supervillain and if that happens you guys, I am totally sorry.
I missed halloween, so that sucks and by that i mean i did not get to get dressed and go out to parties due mostly to a technical issue at the eleventh hour with my husband's costume which would require ordering expensive things on the internet that would not arrive in time- it was unfortunate because his costume would've been badass and mine would have been super obscure as a stand alone costume. but I did get to take my two year old trick or treating which was kind of the best thing ever anyways. And he was Iron Man because of course he was. Afterwards we sat in the couch in pajamas and ate candy and watched live tv (something I never do anymore). I was hoping for a harry potter movie or something but the only halloween-ish thing on was Dancing With The Fucking Stars? Which I have never seen before and I must say that when Ricki Lake is your big household name you're using the definition of "stars" pretty fucking loosely. Anyway, some damsel-and-werewolf tango or something comes on and the man dancer starts off by ripping off his shirt sleeves and top part of his shirt so he is just wearing some vest-thing now.
And my toddler son crams some skittles in his mouth and points at the tv: "shirt. off."
Me: "Yup he took his shirt off."
Small fry: "Oh, he a bad guy?"
Me: "No. he's just kind of a cheese ball."
Small fry, chewing candy and contemplating the screen: "Cheese ball bad guy."
Me: "PRETTY MUCH."
In non-breeder news, I've been immersed in revisions on TIK and things are going really well. Been working every day, which, when you hit a steady stride in writing, is pretty much the best feeling ever. I still have a bit of heavy lifting to do, couple of tweaks. I wrote a new scene where another death priest encounters my party on the road with bloody results and I need to figure out where it goes chronologically in the story.( Also, it was terrific fun to write.)
And, I had a revelation last night that changes the last few chapters of the story. I'm thinking I may need to rewrite them- like 80-90 percent new material. So that's intimidating, but it's also the plan for today. I'm not even sure if I'm going to class tonight, simply because I want to put getting this work done first. I'm not quite done with the thinking stage yet, I need to pace around and drink coffee and talk to myself and reread the current material and my notes and drink more coffee.
coffee. hmm. yes. coffee.