I’m so freaking tired but I can’t sleep. My mind won’t get quiet.
I’m sorry for my friends who are affected by the onset of winter. I wonder if I would feel the same dread if I lived in a colder climate.
Lisa and Mark–thank you, thank you, thank you. You don’t know how much your comments on CC have meant to me. I’ll try to be more specific when I get some of these deadlines off of me and can actually write e-mails again. And Lisa–chocolate? Thanks!
I feel really, really good about a project Tim and I have been working on. We are almost at the point of releasing details. It’s nothing you can buy soon, but I don’t mind promoting it for the next year because it’s worth it. And I’ve learned so much.
Greg comes through again Monday on his way back to New Orleans and will spend another night. That’ll be good.
Then, Jim, Tim, and I will be wrapping up TJB5 and getting it to the publisher. I’ve been so grateful for the extra time Kensington gave us because all three of us have been dealing with challenges unrelated to our work. I know Jim rarely reads my LJ, but I’m sending lots of positive thoughts his way, and for his friend. Also good thoughts to my SIL who’s in the hospital. I hope she has a speedy recovery.
Maybe my mind won’t be still because I’m reading too many books at once. I just realized today that I’m reading LOVE, BOURBON STREET (ed. by Greg Herren and Paul Willis); OTHER VOICES, OTHER ROOMS (Truman Capote); FROM BOYS TO MEN (ed. by Ted Gideonse and Rob Williams); AMMIE, COME HOME (Barbara Michaels); and WHAT I DID WRONG (John Weir). Maybe if I read these one at a time, so I could remember how to finish things, I wouldn’t have all these writing projects going simultaneously.
I guess I like variety too much.
I love it, loved reading it, and want to write about it on my own journal.
Thank you. =)
I know how you feel about sleep. It seems that I either never sleep, or I’m crashing and sleeping for twelve hours at a shot.
Last thursday I slept for two hours in two and a half days. I was so tired my mind was doing strange things all on its own. lol.
Nobody gets enough sleep anymore. That’s among the reasons why most of us are cranky and sick.
I just woke up and it is two thirty pm. I didn’t sleep a wink until elevin this morning.
Sometimes I just lay there with nothing going on in my head. Other times I can’t stop thinking about stupid stuff that happened to me when I was eight. Geesh.
thanks for reading our book!
Becky,
You’re a doll. Thanks so much for plugging our little love child- “From Boys To Men” on your journal!
You rock. Oh, yikes, and I’ve got to read Truman Capote’s book, too, thanks for that reminder. Argh. So many books, so little time.
xo Rob (and Ted)