I remember what I wrote for my author’s bio two years ago. It mentioned that my life was a huge juggling act and I could survive on little sleep. Wow, how the times have changed. I’m slowly creeping up to being 30, it hardly seems true, I don’t feel like 28, I don’t feel any age really.
The biggest change is the fact I need sleep. I need about eight hours to be able to function like a human being.
Example of my shitty mood. If somebody pisses me off today I’m going to pull off their face and use it like a drum.
I think I was mostly inspired by the ‘zombie’ events happening in the US when I wrote that. The thing is I’m the nicest person usually. I don’t get into fights, I respect others and I’m polite. If I have too little sleep? Well it’s a completely different ballgame. I’m like Linda Blair off of the exocist without the swearing and the 360 degrees head spin. Well, maybe the head spin.
I’ve been busy, busy to the point where I’m not sleeping very well. I look like I’ve been dragged through a hedge and then stamped on a few times. So it’s a mixture of just trying to do freelance work, my actual writing and looking after the monster. The monster is now 2 and I’m pretty sure we’ve entered the terrible twos.
His favourite word? No mommy.
The second? Fix it mommy.
The old favourite? What you doing mummy?
I love my son, I think he’s awesome and I wouldn’t change him for all the tea in china. I just wish he had a mute button or he still had afternoon naps. That would be heavenly.
The next thing impairing my sleeping pattern? Well, that would be my back. I’ve found out that it’s a small rupture on one of the discs in my back. It mucks up my sleeping pattern, I can’t randomingly dance whenever I want, it’s had a knock on effect on everything and I really like to dance.
I just have to look on the bright side. The project I’m currently working on is finishing soon. Then I won’t take a project like it again, it’s just too much work for so little reward. Then the steampunk is due the week after, I can’t tell you how happy I am with it. I think that it’s some of my best work. Then I’m off to the pain clinic, because my back isn’t as serious as first thought, though it still hurts like a bitch I don’t have to have surgery on it, which is a bonus.
So I’m going to look on the bright side, because if I don’t. I’d be rocking in the corner and that wouldn’t be helping anyone.