Right now, all I can think about is how tired I am. Last week my insomnia kicked in again, and it’s still around. For the last week and a half, I’ve been laying in bed trying to will myself to sleep, and having very little luck. I wake up feeling like I’ve been hit by a truck, and it sucks. You’d think after all these years of practice, I’d be better at functioning on minimal sleep, but I’m not.
And now that I’m halfway through the second to last week of the semester, I don’t think there’s going to be a lot of sleep happening.
Basically, my house looks like this all the time.
It’s a little overwhelming because I’m so consumed by my short story that I can’t focus on anything else. I have a test today that I completely forgot about, because all I’ve been doing is thinking about this damn story.
Because I’m me, I decided to base my story on real life. But because I’ve based it on real life, I am completely incapable of just laying everything out there. I’ve gotten a lot of feedback so far, and basically every word of it has something to do with how I need to “unpack” (I hear that a lot), and be less vague.
What is it with me and my inability to just let go and be real in my stories? I manage to do it in real life without a single issue, but in writing its so much more difficult.
I’ve tried to assist the process with wine, but it’s been pretty rough.
I’m quite certain this story is going to be the death of me. I was up late last night trying to give it a bit more depth, but I don’t think I’m getting anywhere. I still have until Tuesday to work on it, and then it’s time up. I’m really hoping to get it done before that though, because I have an essay due the day after and I haven’t even started thinking about it. Just the idea of writing anything else right now makes my head hurt.