No Seroquel last night, and it was a rough night. But I saw my dreams again. Hopefully, tonight I'll be so exhausted that it'll be easier to sleep without those tiny red demons. It's a step in the right direction, now that the millstone of Cherry Bomb is no longer hung about my neck ( Read more... )

The second day of March, already.

Yesterday, I wrote 959 words on The Drowning Girl: A Memoir. Which doesn't seem like a very good writing day, given my uncharacteristically high daily word counts with this book. But, here at the end, I have to handle the story like glass. Everything I've built could be shattered by one wrong move ( Read more... )

This is going to be short, for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that I didn't get to sleep until well after five a.m. Actually, I started dozing while Spooky was reading me Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, but then woke completely when I got up to brush my teeth. I think I slept four and a half hours, all told. Maybe a ( Read more... )