dammit
Figures. I took a sleeping pill around 10pm as my new therapist suggested so I can try and get more sleep (as opposed to taking it at 1am when I had to be up at 6am with the baby).
Of course as soon as my husband finally goes off to bed I get hit with an urge to write. Now this is monumental since I haven't really written anything in months (my NaNo still stands at 1167 words). 600 words into a nice little Sam/Jack angst-a-thon the words suddenly start blurring together and my fingers do not want to type the letters I'm thinking.
Ugh.
Hopefully, I'll still have the urge to write in the morning. Which means I'll probably need a beta tomorrow because I'm pretty sure half of what I wrote won't make any sense when I'm not doped up on sleeping pills. Any takers? I've got Sam and Jack and Pete and lots of awkward silences, hurt feelings and death glares going on here (no Pete bashing...I don't think, he just showed up).
Anyway, better get to bed because I'm completely useless like this.
Of course as soon as my husband finally goes off to bed I get hit with an urge to write. Now this is monumental since I haven't really written anything in months (my NaNo still stands at 1167 words). 600 words into a nice little Sam/Jack angst-a-thon the words suddenly start blurring together and my fingers do not want to type the letters I'm thinking.
Ugh.
Hopefully, I'll still have the urge to write in the morning. Which means I'll probably need a beta tomorrow because I'm pretty sure half of what I wrote won't make any sense when I'm not doped up on sleeping pills. Any takers? I've got Sam and Jack and Pete and lots of awkward silences, hurt feelings and death glares going on here (no Pete bashing...I don't think, he just showed up).
Anyway, better get to bed because I'm completely useless like this.