I have insomnia

I have insomnia. Sigh. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does it’s a real corker.

Why me?

Well for starters, I’m a natural worrier. I’m not talking picking at a small tiny hangnail sort of worrier. I’m talking full blown would-eat-my-own-hand-off-and-not-even-notice sort of level of worrying. Seriously. I have no idea how many years I’ve knocked off my age expectancy with the amount I worry, but I suspect it’s a lot. In fact, I’m starting to worry about that now, too. Wonderful.

Anyhow, why am I worried?

For starters . . . .

  1. I’m worried that I’m about to have a neighborly meltdown that will impact the rest of my years living in my house.
  2. I’m about to have kittens . . . literally, the kittens that is, not me actually giving birth to them.
  3. Tomorrow is the day before Thanksgiving and I’ve got a million and one things to do to prepare.
  4. I’ve pulled all the holiday crap out of the attic and it is still sitting in the hallway staring me straight in the eye with its evil glee.
  5. I’m not talking to my dad. What else is new?
  6. My disease is flaring. Awesome.
  7. I’m absolutely knackered yet
  8. Oh yeah, I can’t sleep.

I didn’t quite make it to 10. I thought it would be cliche anyways.

Ah, but number 9 . . .

I’m still on Chapter 12 a month later. That one really hurts big time.

I don’t even have a good excuse except to say that I’m not really feeling it right now. With the holiday madness starting and with my self-inflicted kitten fostering/adoption, I’ve come up with everything possible to do except sit down with the book. And it sucks. And I’m not sure what that says about me. Perhaps that I have the attention span of a gnat.

I was sorely deluding myself if I thought I would finish the manuscript by the end of the year. I’d effectively have to write 12 chapters in 6 weeks. Ooof. Yonkers. That’s pretty harsh.

Yet, I will get there in the end. Hell, I might even sneak back into the bedroom now for the power cable to my rubbish old laptop so that I can actually write now. In fact, that’s not such a bad idea . . .