Sleep Deprivation

I just spent the last four hours on Facebook. Before you judge know that it was work-related! Trust me, it was. My friend Lynsi and I spent that time talking about books. I sent her my latest book I'm working on, the Oliver one. She asked about the monster/villain. I said something. She said something. Etc. Before you know it, we are going back and forth like crazy, hashing out plot ideas concerning the villain. Who? How? Why? When? Defeated? On and on!

She'd be: "This and this and this?"

I'd counter with: "If that's so, then how would we this and this and this?"

She'd say: "Well, this and this."

Me: "That's great shit! And what if we did this? ..."

On and on. I practically copied and pasted the entire conversation into my story notes. I started out knowing my villain, now it isn't that person at all. Not even my understudy villain is right anymore. Now my villain is someone nobody will ever suspect for some very obvious reasons. Obvious reasons we spent four hours trying to solve so it could work!

I have to be up in four and a half hours. Coffee will be needed. I will probably brew twice my normal amount. Maybe fill the sink and submerge my head. Better yet, fill the tub!

I have to watch Boo tomorrow, too, I think. It's Thursday. And, on top of this, I could use a shower in the morning and I have to take my niece to school. I never take her on Thursdays. Sigh. Thursdays are my lazy, piddling-around-with-my-book-while-drinking-coffee-before-I-run-next-door-to-babysit-for-four-hours days. Now it is a sort of get-up-early day and hope-for-shower day. Hope-Boo-naps-right-away day.

Yeah, that last paragraph proves that at 2:30 in the morning, my mental abilities are severely diminished. I like that word: diminish.

Okay, bedtime!