It's Late. I Have No Title For This.

It's 1:06 in the AM. Feeling less than fantastic, as my stomach does not like me. So I blog instead of sleeping.
BOOK WRITING UPDATE TIME! The update being that I'm currently not writing. The section of my brain that writes like a mad person kind of went into intensive care a few weeks ago. I was greeted at my doorstep by some ridiculous form of writer's block that I NEVER invited into my home, so while that's here, I've decided to take a small break from writing Viola. In the meantime, I do other things that mostly distract me, in the hopes that my creativity will recuperate and give me new plot bunnies and thus make things all nice and shiny again. It's been working out okay so far, but I'd be a big freakin' liar if I said that I didn't miss Viola. She isn't exactly returning my calls, due to my unexpected vacation, but give it time. She needs me as much as I need her. We coexist. Basically, we're Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.
Stomach all better now! It likes to mess with my head, too... which really makes no sense at all, but honestly, does anything make sense around 1 AM?
Now I'm starting to get sleepy, and while I probably won't go to bed for at least another twenty minutes, I'm gonna go spend my time doing things on the internet that won't take too much brain power. Peace.

Exhaustion Invades The Blog

INTERNET!!!!!!!! Why must you be so slow????????? I love you; don't you love me? I thought what we had was special!!!! *rejection*
Sleepy. So... sleepy...
I have applesauce. Or, I suppose, "had" is the appropriate term. Because I finished off all of the applesauce. The applesauce is past tense now.
The attempted nap did not work. I laid there and closed my eyes and waited to doze for about forty minutes. FAIL.
SLEEP. SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. I WANTS YOU.
I suppose I might as well mention something related to anything relative and relevant. I SUPPOSE. (I like caps lock, in case it wasn't obvious.)
I got off of my butt and started the editing process, and I was surprised to find that it actually wasn't as bad as I initially thought. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Is there such thing as a couch being TOO comfy? Because mine might be trying to eat me.
But if that's the case, WHY CAN'T I SLEEP?!?!?!
...
Must listen to the Tangled soundtrack now to ease my displeasure.

The Bleh

This is a week of bleh. It's the bleh week, at least in some instances. Most of this case of bleh comes from my lack of decision-making skills.
Let's start over, jumping back to last Sunday night/Monday morning, when I finished Viola.
I'd like to say it had been a moment of epic proportions, but it wasn't. At first, the ending I had, I wasn't satisfied with. I didn't know why, but it failed to satisfy me enough to hand it over to anyone... let's say... come noon of Monday. So I took a break and fixed it. Still not happy. Changed it again. Ate dinner. Stared down my computer screen. My brain fried in the process.
Monday arrives! Stare at my computer again, from many angles. Slowly tweaked a few words here and there, added and deleted sentences, cut down the infernal creatures standing in the way of what I wanted. It was an exhausting battle that I accomplished, perhaps in a little over an hour, but succeeded and came out fairly satisfied, in the end. I wonder how long that will last. My inner critic will probably be waiting come the next time I look at the final chapter, so maybe I won't look at that chapter for a little while.
Now my rut is here. I've never edited a book before. I've written five novels (yes, I've technically written the Viola series... now I'm going back to the beginning and making all of them nice and sparkly), rewrote one of them, but I've never done a proper edit, where I don't retell the entire story. I'm making a list of things I know I want done, but is that how you're supposed to go about it? I don't know. It's probably one of those things that's different for every author, which is nice and unique in some ways, but not helpful in other ways, because I barely know what I want half the time. That's the reason why this week is bleh.
Oh, Viola, how you love to test me, don't you? You and the wonders of the Internet fuel my frustrations and procrastination.
And then, of course, there's other stuff, too. This week is just a crappy week for making any kind of decision whatsoever.
I must let my inner Gloria Gaynor sing out. She will guide me through these darkened waters. I'm betting I'll be doing the hustle in the meantime.

Miss Middleford, You Are A Badass

I'm on the last chapter! BD

I refer to my book which I will call Viola, because that is what I call it all the time anyways, and the actual title might actually be longer than the book series itself. Just for general information's sake, Viola will consist of at least five books, and if I'm lucky, a movie deal, a couple graphic novels, and a line of t-shirts that will invade a mall near YOU!

Anyway... back to happiness.

Actually, I'm about halfway through the last chapter, so I have 50% left, which makes me even happier. And THEN, my happiness is pushed even FURTHER because I wrote a segment/mini-chapter (I was on a roll) that was filled with both awesome/creepy-tastic-ness. Seriously, I was cringing at the same time I was going, "OhmygoshthismightbethecoolestthingI'veeverwritten." Mind you, I do often think that every time I write something cool and creepy, but hopefully, this is not just in my head. I usually try to separate my imagination from reality, but occasionally, I do see a Unicorn.

Or a Uni-Moose-Icorn.

Mwahahahahaha. ;D

On another note, I'd like to finish off this post of happiness with a picture of my new idol:

Elizabeth: Mess With Ciel and She Will Kick Your Ass

Lizzy, we salute you.

So This Is A Blog

So I've done it. I made me a blog. I couldn't help myself. All the cool kids were doing it. Here was our conversation:

Cool Kids: "Hey, you! We all made blogs!"

Me: "Who are you? Why are you telling me this?"

Cool Kids: "GO MAKE A BLOG! DO IT NOW!"

Me: (sobbing) "Why are you yelling at me?"

Cool Kids: "Come on, man! It's the right thing to do, man!"

Me: "... I'm a girl..."

Cool Kids: "Just go make one!"

Me: (scared, wanting to get away from these people) "Okay, okay! Just don't hurt me..."

End scene.

But this DOES have a purpose, contrary to popular belief. As a writer, I have writer-y needs and habits, and so, this is yet another one of those habits. To quench the thirst of words! To talk about whatever author topics I feel the longing to discuss! To fulfill my empty writer heart! (My writer heart is in the shape of a typewriter, by the way. I wish I had a typewriter. I would name it Bubblegum.)

Also, this is being made purely to put off working on a term paper.

I have nothing else to say, other than this valuable piece of information that is highly intelligent and fantastically profound:

I have banana ice cream. WITH chocolate chips. OHHHHHHHHHHHH snap.

Peace & sprinkles, people.