Caffeine: morning cup so far
Evil Calories: really yum-tastic sugar cookies I made yesterday
Reality TV: meh...mondays suck
...oh, naughty sneaky. (It's a Brian Eno song for those who don't know. It popped into my head yesterday, and now it won't go away, so I thought maybe if I wrote it, it would vacate my melon. I'll let you know if it works...)
So, as you can see over there, After Charlie is scooting right along. Now, I may or may not have actually started officially writing it, and instead I may or may not have spent the entire weekend pounding out a very long winded outline. This is completely out of step with how I normally write, but holy crap on a crap cracker, it's totally working for me! Maybe because I spent almost 50K words on what the story shouldn't be, and now I know what it should be and I need to lay it out for myself so I don't get 10K works into this new version and start falling back into the same little "fanciful/gag-me-salad-tongs" potholes.
This is also the time where I get very anxious, because if I had my druthers (whatever the crap those are), I'd write all day, only stopping to take coffee and scones breaks. But, I've got this little thing called an "almost three year old". He hates the silver little box that mommy's always tapping on. He either walks up to me and closes the lid or tells me he has to check his email so he can talk to Aunt Amy (yes, yes, Ms. Ellis, it's cute and all, but annoying as hell!). So, I'm back to sprinting to my computer at breakneck speed the moment the boy's head hits the pillow for nap time. If anyone has a spare nanny, could you be so kind as to send her my way?