Never Enough Time... EVER!

'Cause who wants to be right as rain
It's better when something is wrong
I get excitement in my bones
Even though everything's a strain

-from the song "Right As Rain" by Adele

Let's see.  Today is the 18th.  My last post was on the 3rd.  (I'm tired so give me a minute to do the math.)  So yeah, that's 15 days - roughly two weeks - since I've posted here. 

Ta-frakkin-da!  Here I am.

Yeah, I know you missed me.  You don't have to say it.  I know.

Did I mention I'm tired?

My insomnia has been bullying me lately, and I really don't like it.  I mean, don't get me wrong, I have been standing up for myself as best I can, but dammit, she keeps on winning.  (Bitch!)

The daylight savings shift really didn't help matters.  I used to consider it a good night when I'd pass out around 1am or 2am.  Now I'm happy if I can fall asleep before the sun comes up.  Most nights as of late I manage to be tired enough to fall asleep just when the sun is rising.  I hear ducks and geese flying about, and my housemates start to get up around then.  The dogs start barking, the landlady goes to check on the older gentleman who lives with us that she takes care of, and he has no idea how to speak or walk softly, I hear conversations, animal chatter, the garbage truck if its trash day...

Eventually I knock out due to (my best guess) exhaustion - like my body just says "insomnia be damned, I can't do this any more" and shuts down as if I were Data and someone hit that switch on my back...

Star Trek: The Next Generation?  Anyone?  Oh well.

And then there are those people that think they know what's best for me, vomiting up their suggestions as if I haven't tried everything already.  In truth, I'm sure I haven't tried everything, but I'm sure you know what I mean.

I've done teas, tinctures, hot baths/showers, sleep aids, going for long walks, alcohol... I've even stayed up all day if I haven't gone to bed yet in attempts to get back to a decent sleep schedule.

Result?: Complete and utter FAIL! 

I hate it.

The plus side to being awake when I really should be (want to be) sleeping is that I get caught up on my Hulu viewing as well as some of my writing.

Let's do an update on that right now, shall we?  Before I head off again into non-writing rambles.

• Nedea is now at part eleven 
• Stoically Challenged has another homework assignment completed in the story Looking for the Lost (which is a continuation of a random story I wrote a while back and never gave a title)
• Della is now at part five
• The Strange Adventures of Princess Blue is now at part twenty-one 
• The Curly Muse has a new story called Whatever Happens in the Tower... 
• a boy, a girl, and a line... has a new story courtesy of my friend Scheherazade K's prompt called Don't Kill the Messenger (a continuation of Visitations of an Unknown Past part one and part two)
• Real-Life I (just) Made Up gets another installment with Hidden In Plain Sight
• Everything At Least Once gets a review about how I tried nem heo for the first time.
• Tales of the Unemployed and Unloved is now at part seven
• Enyo is now at part twelve
• Sanya is now at part twelve as well

I still need to work on Kai, Kearie and Penelope's stories as well as the short story of Pol.

(and now we take a break so I can take a FaceTime call with my brother and my niece)

they had to call back since we were having sound issues

and occasionally my brother forgets we don't eat our young

even Fancy Nancy came to the party

At one point my niece took the Star Trek phaser and kept shooting Fancy Nancy with it.  After each time, she'd say, "Oh no.  Now you got to go to the hospital!"

Love that little girl.

And I never look good in that little box.  Ugh.

(due to the late hour and occasional sound difficulties, we ended the call... which now leaves this post to be dated for the 19th which makes the time lapse from the last post 16 days... but anyway - back to my post)

Don't Kill the Messenger took a while due to Daylight Savings crap.  I would have every intention of working on the story but would be too tired from running errands or the minibook having issues, etc.  A happy thing was that I'd have ideas for the story, but then I'd be too tired to function.

If I could just have a computer note-taking system that could read my brainwaves like Gert's pet raptor Old Lace.

Runaways?  Anyone?  Sheesh.

In addition to writing all that (which is just a self-made goal and no deadline given to me by some magazine or publishing house), I have another story which I've given myself until the end of the month to do for my friend Chris M.  I've put that as a higher priority than the Pol story so hopefully I'll get the three remaining story blog updates done leaving me the rest of the month to work on his story.

And then there are my novels.

Oh my kiddies.  (I'm such a bad mother.)

I thought it was funny that my friend Kevin Z. this past Saturday at a St. Patty's Day party commented on how I write too much, and I had to laugh.  He's more of a blogger than a writer I suppose, and occasionally checks out my blog and I guess he recently saw all my updates on my story blogs.  Now bless him for thinking I write too much but really comparatively to a novel, it's really not all that much.  But still... for someone to say I write a lot kinda makes me happy.

Other stuff has been going on in my life that has added random stresses to me and my heart, but I'll be fine, I'm sure.  I'm a fighter, and I'm hopeful things will work out... and hopefully they will work out soon.

But until then, I think I'm going to get back to writing... or maybe make an attempt at some sleep?

In either case...

good night kisses

Later my lovelies!

Have Goodness!
Rae