I am beyond exhausted and I just need to write something that isn't making my brain hurt.
It's one week till D-Day (Deadline). I can't believe it. The past few months came and went so fast, the last few weeks have gone by in a blur. Each day that passes is one less day I have to finish this book. I've made a ton of progress, thank goodness. But oh, the stress. My headaches have been out of control. I go to bed with one every night and wake up with one every morning, which I've almost never done. Fortunately they go away from mid-morning till the evening, which is when I do almost all my writing, otherwise I don't know what I'd do. Today I went to my chiropractor (aka cousin Marshall) and he couldn't believe how messed up my back and neck were. He said, "You're stressed, huh?" Uh, YEAH! I even had a shoulder out of place. What?? Crazy. I left there feeling like a new woman.
It's amazing how draining sitting in front of a computer all day trying to think of what to write next can be. Seriously, exhausting. Plus, I can't take naps cause it's precious writing time (okay, I still manage to squeeze one in every few days) so I'm that much more tired. Plus, I'm nearing the end (for real this time, not like last time when I just thought I was) and I still have absolutely no idea how it should end. Every angle I take I wind up in a corner somewhere with no way out. In fact, I thought I had it figured out today only to learn that, no, it won't work. Neither did Plan B. Now it's after 10:00 which means it's too late to call my Idea Bouncer Offer, and pointless to email my Help! I Need Advicer because she won't be able to respond till tomorrow.
So I'm blogging. And playing Words With Friends whenever an alert pops up saying it's my turn.
The good news is I got my title back (Emerald City) and I know for a fact the cover is going to be a-mazing. Seriously, whenever I'm having a day like today and I think I'm going to wind up in the hospital for exhaustion or a mental breakdown before Friday comes, I just think of my cover and all the stress and anxiety just floats away. It's not finished yet, but I have an idea of how it will look and you are going to LOVE it. (Yes, all of you.)
So, that's my life right now. My poor kids will be haunted for the rest of their lives by the phrase, "Sorry, kiddo, I have to write." Oh well, maybe by then I'll be rich off of royalty checks and I'll be able to get them the best therapy money can buy.
Oh, and something else making my life soooo much better right now? My freaking awesome friends who are taking turns bringing me dinner three times a week. I can't even tell you how wonderful it is to realize it's 5:30 and not have to play Rock, Paper, Scissors with Bill to see who has to go get McDonald's. My cup runneth over.
Well...I'm out of things to say. I guess that means it's back to writing. My hands are actually swollen, I'm not kidding.
This is my dream coming true, this is my dream coming true, this is my dream coming true...