I had a headache all day, ha ha ha! I didn't sleep last night, either, kept waking up - which probably accounts for the headache - and the magical mystery state of temporary insanity which is usually my most productive. I laid in bed all day and wrote. I suppose this was... good? But I missed captainspiffy's birthday party, and I was really looking forward to it. I suck. Stupid brain.
We are now entering hour 28 of continual awakeness! Do a dance!
Anyway, I finished the first draft of StP. Oddly un-enthused by this fact. And yet I still love this book very much. The last word, if you were wondering, is heart.
I am now, however, properly justified in living in terror of its little brother, The Sequel. mik100 was helpful enough to remind me that second books in a trilogy always suck. Knowing this to be true, I have decided to delay the unpleasantness by editing the entirety of Suffer the Peacemaker... tomorrow. It will be hiliarious if I am successful in this venture. It will be even more hilarious if I manage to finish editing it before the Riverwend manuscript reaches me from the UK.
This will be hilarious because it will allow me to further compound the madness by writing the second book for NaNoWriMo. Because, y'know, NaNo's not ridiculously traumatising enough already. But impetus! Impetus is good, right?
In other news, Saturday Night Live just made me laugh for the first time since 1999.
"A new study suggests that users of cell phones are imagining that they hear cell phones ringing or vibrating even when the devices are not in fact in operation. In order to combat these phantom sensations, makers of the Blackberry suggest you stop doing cocaine."
This was particularly funny because I had been, at some point, watching Chuck, earlier, and just never bothered to change the channel when the American news came on... and they did that exact same story, and I think I may, out loud, have made that exact same joke. Points for relevance, SNL. I wonder if they wrote that joke in the last three hours. ^.^