My sleep cycle is fubared to hell. I’ve been staying up ’till the wee hours of the morning, and taking a long nap in the middle of the day, waking up early (often assisted by a skunk), and then having a nap after lunch. It’s not like I need to conform to a rigorous schedule these days, but it’s leaving me feeling rather surreal and outside-of-time. I can’t believe how quickly I’ve managed to lose track of the days. I’m trying to figure out if I’m feeling more tired of late, but I honestly can’t tell. I sleep when I’m tired, and wake up and do stuff when I’m not. Been having a slew of incredibly vivid and moderately disturbing dreams which is exacerbating this surreal sensation.
Syndicated the Sea Shepherd Moblog to LJ (seashepherdblog) for anyone on LJ-land who’s so inclined to follow the anti-seal hunting activists. The barbaric carnage is depressing to the extreme, but it’s also inspiring that there are people out there willing to put themselves on the line to protect the innocent.
Chugging along on my YA novel WIP. Pleased to have the outline to work from. It actually seems to be working the way an outline should. Now, when I run out of steam on a scene, I just look over it, and skip to the next scene that calls my muse. I still haven’t managed one of my uber productive word count days, but I’m gradually building up my daily progress. It’s pretty dismal considering how much time I’ve got free to write, and how much time I’m not spending writing, but at least the words are coming.