Lately, I’ve become much more of a hermit than is really healthy, but the thing is, when I pull back from the blogverse and the real world, I can actually zoom through pages and pages of writing. It’s as if withdrawing from human society is the equivalent of an herbal acne treatment for my muse, clearing up the blemishes of self-doubt and self-censorship, and allowing the pores to breathe and the characters I create to speak to me.

So it’s not that I’ve got nothing to say, but that I forget to say it, and then I get distracted.

Today I shared with a trusted friend and source of inspiration what my goal is for the novel camp I’m attending in a couple months. I’m not sharing it here, because I need to bottle the energy for a while, but it has me thinking about the difference between a dream, a goal, and a plan.

I’m at a personal crossroads. I feel like I don’t have anything to blog about and that the energy spent here would be put to better use working on my fiction. How interesting is to say, “I wrote six pages today,” if I can’t share those six pages?

Prompts for May/June are up at Cafe Writing. Sorry for the delay.

I haven’t updated CafeWriting for May YET, and May is more than half over, and I’ve barely blogged here. I’m not sure why. It’s not that I don’t want to as much as that I’m CRAVING sleep lately – I who fight sleep most of the time, am suddenly not able to get enough sleep ever.

This may be a reaction to increased exercise, or summer creeping up on us, or it may not, but I still haven’t found equilibrium, and until I do I’m working on fiction and workstuff, primarily. So, now you know.

Speaking of fiction – I posted this in LiveJournal & Twitter, but not here: my story WASPISH was live at Every Day Fiction earlier in the week. The direct link is here. I think it’s pretty good considering I spent all of ten minutes on it.

We saw IRON MAN with my parents while they were here, and saw PRINCE CASPIAN today. As I write this we’re watching THE WATER HORSE. (An aside: Ben Chaplin is so completely on my freebie list.)

Today as we left the movie theater a car full of teenagers pulled up near us, rolled down the windows, and yelled “We love your hair,” which made me laugh, because honestly, it’s a conservative cut, it just happens to be pink. Very pink.

Our only plans for tomorrow include putting together my bench, and hooking the propane up to the new grill. Yay grills. Yay MEAT.

As much as I love shows like House, Lost, and Smallville, I’m a Discovery Channel geek so it should come as no surprise that I cannot get their new ad out of my head.

And because I love to share, I’m posting it so all y’all can get it stuck in your heads, too.

Yesterday:
Dentist
Writing
Cleaning
Writing
Decorating
Grocery Shopping
Waiting
Hugging
Chatting
Tossing
Turning

Today:
Cooking
Washing
Managing
Repinking
Waiting
Spending
Shopping
Driving
Lunching
Driving
Shopping
Cooking
Serving
Washing
Crashing

Changing sheets at 2 AM is never fun, and it’s especially not fun when you’re doing it because your dog just had a mild seizure and voided his bladder on the bed, soaking a comforter, bedspread, quilt, two layers of sheets and the mattress cover, but not (thankfully) the mattress itself.

He hasn’t had a seizure since 2002, and I suspect this one was connected, not to his epilepsy, but to his heart condition, because he started coughing just before it happened, and I didn’t catch him in time.

Note to self: From now on assume coughing means his bladder is full and take him out.

I never did get around to making coffee today, though I did make some tea around three PM. I was in the middle of a great dream when the 8:30 AM alarm went off – if that seems luxurious to some of you, do remember that we’re generally up til two or three. Fuzzy hit the button on it, and I snuggled back into the covers, informing the dogs that they were not going out until after the pool guy was done, and convincing myself I could wait to pee, because sometimes even a full bladder has to take second place to soft pillows and warm covers.

It was gray and drizzly finally let the animals, well, animal, out. (Zorro did not deign to leave bed.) And then Monday became everything the name implies. The toilet overflowed, and I rescued the books from the bathroom floor and yelled at Fuzzy to help – he went to the linen closet to find towels, and I yelled at him to take towels that were already dirty.

Fuzzy went upstairs to do his first two conference calls from home, and I settled in to write about cars instead of car insurance for a change (a welcome change) and then around noon I finally realized I hadn’t eaten…I didn’t eat, though, I took a shower, and then I ate, and then I did a mile on the stationary bike, but it was uncomfortable, so I took the padded cover off, and that gave me the two extra inches I needed to reach the pedals better, so I did six more miles, lickety-split, finished my bottle of water, and took the dogs for a mile-plus ramble – we’d have gone farther but it began raining again.

I did more work, and looked up at five realizing I was exhausted, and that the tuna steaks I’d taken out to defrost were still icy. I wandered off to take a nap after feeding the dogs, woke at 7:30, and then called Fuzzy, who was still working. He got home at eight-thirty, and we went to the bank and then got cheeseburgers (and a salad), and came home.

I just wrote tomorrow’s article, and am trying to decide if I want to read, sleep, write, or post the overdue May prompts for Cafe Writing.

And it’s still Monday here…for another minute.