It’s almost 6am in the morning. I’ve been up since 2am. I’m not sure what’s going on with me. My sleep patterns are all messed up. Of course, those few nights I told y’all about where I stayed up all night reading might have something to do with it. It could be worse, right?
I’ve been writing since I couldn’t sleep. I’ve worked on two different stories. One is my billionaire. And the other is The Tattooed Barista. I’m putting her back together after I’d taken her apart to make her better, stronger, more fun. I’ve been sipping iced coffee and writing.
I’ve actually had 4 stories I’ve been working on here and there since Monday. All are a little different from one another and that helps keep me interested and strangely enough, focused. I’m writing about 500 words a day on each and I’m finding the process is helping me deal with the writing funk I’ve been in lately.
One is dark and brooding and I needed to write something like it.
One is light and fun and sexy.
One is somewhere in between.
And one is…The Tattooed Barista.
I’ve also spent considerably less time on social media lately. Especially Facebook. I’ve been letting myself get lost in the words I’m writing and the words I’m reading. It’s been good for me. I post here and there. Same with Twitter. But for the most part, I’m just reading and writing, sticking to myself. It keeps me out of the loop of things going on, but it also helps me do what I am here to do in the first place…be a writer.
And with that said, I am going back to bed for a few hours. Or at least, I hope it’s for a few hours.
Have a great Thursday, y’all.