An announcement for you on this beautiful spring Friday. . . .And yes, that is my name nestled among the YA greatness.
Now that I’m caught up on sleep, I'm wondering if I can pull off two Twilight movie marathon weekends in a row. What? That makes me obsessed? Yeah, you're right. I may just have to resort to gazing longingly at RPatz photos while I'm drafting my "Firsts" story. He's only like, four years younger than me, you know. I am totally *not* a cougar.
So the whole Twilight weekend movie marathon was a huge success. Since I left you on Friday with my head exploding (figuratively, of course), I thought you at least deserved an update. Friday night I watched Twilight. Saturday night was New Moon. Sunday afternoon was Eclipse.
I did a little reading, but no writing. I tried to catch up on some housework, and then enjoyed the warm, spring weekend.
I completely forgot it was Daylight Savings weekend (I guess that's what happens when your head is exploding), so I was thrilled to discover on Saturday night that the time shifted back in my favor. Yes, I lost an hour of sleep (I actually lost a lot more sleep than that this weekend), but it was worth it last night around 7:30 when it was still light outside.
Do I feel rested and rejuvenated? No. But that's because my child decided to wake me up in the middle of the night like she was three months old again and on a feeding schedule. Today, I will be a zombie (because yes, sleep is that important to me), but at least I got my movie marathon in, and this makes me happy in so many ways. Yes: it's about the little things these days.
I also watched a movie last night with the guy I'm sorta married to but not allowed to talk about online. It's not my typical sparkly vampire/high drama/rom com kind of movie, but he swore up and down I'd love it. And he was *so* right.
I don't recommend a lot of movies on the blog just because they're so subjective, but, if you're anything like me, The Next Three Days will blow your mind.
Sometimes I think my head is going to explode. Truly. I'm coming off another week of self-imposed guerilla proofreading. So in the last week I listened to my latest ms (because it's super easy to find words that were skipped or awkward dialogue when your story is being read back to you), and I did another round of punctuation proofs.
I am so obsessed with proper comma placement it's not even funny. It's to the point now where I don't even know where commas really go, anymore (Does that comma really belong between "go" and "anymore"? See what I mean?). Some of it is stylistic. I spent one evening fixing misplaced/misused semicolons.
I think I have everything the way I want it now. You know what they say about submitting your best work? I have perfection issues. I'm serious. Twelve-step program needed.
At any rate, while I'm confident in the hard work I've put into this ms, I am in serious need of a break.
This weekend I'm going to hibernate. I'm not going to do any writing or revising. In fact, I think I'm going to have a Twilight marathon. I'm going to watch all three movies. Maybe in one sitting. Doubt that's even possible with a psycho dog and a five-year-old running the household, but it's worth a shot.
It's just sad that I feel like I have to give myself permission to take a break. And the reason I mentioned the Twilight marathon? Because I've wanted to do this for the last three months, and I'm always putting it off. I figure if I announce it, I'm more likely to stick with it. I hate telling people I'm going to do something and then not following through.
See? How terrible is that?
So from one workaholic to another, I'm giving you permission to take a break this weekend. Rest. Relax. Rejuvenate. Watch Twilight. Whatever makes you happy. For me? That means getting as far away from "words" as possible.