You know what sucks about insomnia for me? The fact that I can't write when I can't sleep. If I could, I would probably have about 20 novels in my pocket just waiting to be published.
Last night I couldn't sleep. I tried, but I tossed and turned until I finally got out of bed. Then I played on the computer until about 2 am. Yes, that is probably normal for some of you, but I have a day job and a messy house, and Christmas lights to put up, and a giant pile of laundry to fold. And I'm not even going to talk about my office. Ugh.
I mean, yes, there were probably contributing factors. I did take a nap yesterday, but I've been doing that lately and it hasn't affected my sleep before. Have I ever mentioned I HATE taking naps? I have too much to do to be tired.
Also, I really wanted to go to kickboxing last night, so I drank some coffee at about 6 pm. But if I hadn't, I'm not sure I would have gone and I really needed to punch and kick stuff last night because I've been so stressed and frustrated.
But I can't write when I can't sleep because my brain is mushy. And I have a book to finish. 30k in. I need to push forward.
I am the mother of two crazy beautiful girls, living in the
rainy, but lovely Pacific Northwest. I have an unhealthy obsession with sock monkeys, loves pizza, soccer, the color black, kickboxing and the sun. I am the author of YA titles Never Eighteen and Dissected.
I like to write things that make people think and feel—things
that resonate with them for days. Part of my goal is to live life profoundly,
with enough passion and adventure, maybe a little chaos, so that I may become a great writer. I aspire
to never stop learning and growing and to continue trying to perfect my craft.
One of my favorite functions as a published writer is to
inspire others as well. I love visiting schools and libraries and motivating aspiring
writers to finish their stories and never give up their dreams.