It's 3:23 AM. I just finished my word count quota for Friday. I didn't think I was gonna make it, but alas... I can finally go to bed now.
Update: 11:11 AM
I'm dragging this morning, but I am so utterly in writer's zen right now I think I can stand the tiredness a few more hours. :P
Hubby woke me up around 7 while he was fishing for clothes. He was already dressed, and digging around for something presentable to take Mini to the tool store in. Oldest was still piled in bed, and I got up to make sure he was up in time to go with his dad to Ruston.
I crept back to bed while they stirred around, and slept for about another hour, then I got up a second time and decided that if I were to accomplish anything, I better get with it. Otherwise, I knew I'd be completely worthless for the rest of the day. My typing has been utter crap all morning, but I still forced myself into the writing chair once the guys left. It was more difficult that in sounds.
It's a little after 11 now. I'm brewing coffee, and I could do freaking cartwheels at the moment because I applied rump to chair and NOW HAVE matched my weekend writing goal. *dance, dance, wiggle, wiggle*
Tomorrow my mom is taking both boys off my hands, so that will make an additional day for uninterrupted writing. I'm dancing (precariously) on Cloud 9. I don't plan to break out the champagne any time soon. Still a ways to go until then...
In the mean time, I shall celebrate with another 4 minute dance break - although I promise not to dance like the people in the clip. Because that would just be embarrassing. And you should never take your celebrating too far. :P
The Warrior, by Patty Smyth and Scandal. OMG, I remember this from when I was, like, in the fourth grade! *_*
It's sort of like a low rent version of Cats, don't you think? ^_^