I’m awake on average 17 hours a day. I’m beginning to think I either need to move to a different dimension where days are longer or sleep less, because it never seems to be enough.
I don’t know where my days go. I mean, I can account for some of the day, but not all of it. For example, I take an hour nap in the afternoon. I sleep from 2 am to 8 am, sometimes 8:30 am, but that’s becoming rare.
I spend some time playing with Lola the Destroyer every day. I spend some time helping with Jude the Great Nephew. On Wednesdays, I go out to darts and that’s about 4 hours of my life.
However, with the rate I’m writing books, I don’t seem to be spending nearly as much time writing as I normally do. It is taking me forever to get a few paragraphs or pages written.
Now, I realize the problem with Innocent Dreams – I’m not great with child killers to begin with, but I discovered today that it had become much harder to write since Jude the Great Nephew was born. I don’t have a lot of maternal instincts, most would say I have zero, but I am human and it is affecting me more than Cannibal Dreams or Battered Dreams did. It’s timing more than subject matter, so I may do some rearranging…
But I still need to get The Dysfunctional Wedding written. I don’t know where my funny has gone; it isn’t something I normally have to work for, it just happens. Of course, I’m never sure why people think I’m funny, which seems to make it even funnier. So, this book has been a struggle, but I am making some progress, completely with spontaneously combusting cake and some background that the readers have never had for Nadine.
Okay, back to work.