Stupid inversion. Stupid clouds. Stupid cold. Stupid no-show sun.
I'm sitting in front of my UV light all the time, and sleeping an outrageous amount. I struggle with rewriting my current WIP because my mental energy is in the toilet. I'm managing to be peppy at work, (caffeine helps) but my house is slowly dissolving. It feels like eleven at night when it's only five. My appetite is gone and I'm pretty sure I'm getting whatever sickness my husband has.
My one consolation is that zoning is a great time to think about stories. I've been investing some serious dream time into the sequel to my second novel.
I think dream time one of my favorite parts of writing a book. When the ideas are flowing through your head and you can practically feel the texture of the story under your fingers. When there are no rules and no limits. Everything feels deep and true and rich.
I don't know about you, but I have a lot of times where I'm fighting for the right words and everything I write comes out as hard and unappetizing as stale bread. There are days I wonder if I'm ever going to get to where I want to go.
That's when what I saw in my dream time keeps me going. The passion and excitement I built up then comes to my rescue. The end book may never look like what I saw in my head. (There's really no may here. It won't look the same at all.) But it doesn't matter. The core is still there and I'll rewrite until it comes through.
Like the sun will. Eventually. I hope.
*Props to my husband who came up with the phrase "I'm solar powered".