
I'm tired. I can feel a tingle of a sore throat. I'd like to get to 30K by the end of Monday. I definitely think that's doable because unfortunately, I'm canceling on my friend. She and I had plans to go out Monday and spend half the day shopping, catching up, etc. but that's not going to happen. I'm too tired and I'm coming up to what will be the toughest part of the novel for me. I'm terrible with plot and even though I have an outline, I'm starting to feel like I'm at the point where the story really takes a life of its own. It's scary and exciting and very draining, the way I would imagine someone's first flying lesson would be.
I spent most of the day writing and reading and taking notes for my exam next Tuesday morning. Now, I'm just anxious to get it over and done with. The 4,091 words added to my story were mostly written last night after midnight. I had a bad case of insomnia. Got maybe 4 hours of sleep and I didn't take a nap today, hoping that would make me sleep through tonight.
I listened to a podcast where Joyce Carol Oates described a writer's life as unhealthy because our minds are overstimulated and we often can't sleep because of our stories. She must have heard me tossing and turning last night. *giggle*
Well, that's it. No more writing for today. I'm going to relax with a large glass of tea in bed and a good movie.