So I just joined the Writer's Platform-Building Campaign and it's all very exciting. I've popped by a few of the blogs in my group, but am taking a break to write a post for an update in my life and writing- which is pretty much my life when I'm not being a mom and wife.
This past weekend I was sleep deprived. Weird, I've always been under the impression that lack of sleep doesn't take into effect until after the baby's born. But I guess with three other little ones, hoping for sleep is like expecting Hollywood to come up with some original screenplays- it's a rare and elusive breed that can think up something new. Which brings me to this- did you hear about the Dirty Dancing remake? In the name of all that's sacred, WHY??? Don't they know that you can never replace the Swayze? Okay, I'm done with the little rant, but seriously, this had me in all sorts of angry knots.
The lack of sleep is also my fault. Starting Friday and going through the rest of the weekend I would disappear into my writing cave from the hours of 9 pm-1 am. Now, I knew my kids would be awake by 7:00 the next morning, but that did not deter my writing juices from flowing. All parents know that in order to actually get anything productive done with your writing, you have to make some sacrifices- sleep being #1 on the list. I was like a mad pregnant woman on a mission this weekend. The mission: finishing my revisions. And how did I do? Not too shabby.
Pretty soon my brain cells are going to zap away as the pregnancy hormones take over, and I had to use what function my brain has left before everything goes kaput! Pretty soon those whitty lines, desperate inner monologues, descriptive words are all going to dry up like the Sahara, with only a mirage of a fully capable mind left in place. I'm hoping it won't be as drastic as the last time I was pregnant, but only time will tell what's to become of me. For now I must attend to the cry child that is calling for my attention. Wish me luck in this sometimes daunting task of mine.