*Yawn*

How many people yawned when they read the word in the title? I know I'm fighting it at the moment. And no, that's no an indication of the interest level for this blog entry! : ) Instead, it's just an awkward segue (or segway, if you have about three thousand dollars! Bonus points to anyone who gets that wacky reference. I'm guessing Ed will.) into this...

I'm stressed. When I'm stressed, I get sleepy. I know this seems like a very contradictory reaction, but I can't help it. I start shutting down earlier and earlier. In the month or so before I got married, due to the stress of all the preparations, I was falling asleep at 8:00 at night and I'm a night person!!! And no matter how much sleep I get, it doesn't help. I'm still tired. And I'm eating bad stuff like it's going out of style (does food ever go out of style? It occurs to me that this cliche is not limitless in its uses). I mean seriously, my calorie intake -- and I'm not one who watches these kinds of things all that closely -- has skyrocketed in the last few days. If there were mosquitos out still and they chose to bite me, they'd probably get a sugar high.

Oh, well. I keep hoping things will calm down a little. I have the book party this weekend -- yea! I'm so glad that people are coming. But a lot of work still remains to be done. My husband and I are definitely last minute preparation people. We work well under deadline. Not happily, but well.

Also, in working my free of the stuck point in my latest project, I've encountered a logic problem. It's nothing that can't be fixed, I don't think. But I don't know how to fix it. The funny thing is that it's not something that will ever appear in this story or any of the others related to this one (as far as I know), but it's a problem if someone stops to think about it. And I believe in playing by the rules. You make the rules as the author, you have to play by them to be fair to the people who read your stuff. No bending the rules. That's why all that dream sequence crap you see on television usually bugs me. It gets you all curious about how things could change so dramatically and then they pull out the old dream sequence. It's like someone offering you a bite of some strange and delicious dessert and then swapping it out with an empty fork. So all you get is the stupid empty fork instead of the new intriguing dessert. Okay, not a perfect analogy and can you tell that I'm obssessing about food? I may also have a slight sugar rush happening too.

But I'm so close right now to this logic problem that I'm not sure I'll be able to come up with a working solution on my own. I've promised myself that I will make myself work on it for at least a week before I ask for outside help (beware, some of you, this means a frazzled and sugar happy writer-friend may be calling you, incoherent and asking for assistance). Sometimes, it just requires time for me to sort of munch on it (oh my goodness, another food analogy, I'm going to weigh 500 pounds before this is all resolved!) and work it through until it makes sense. On the up side, I think I know what happens in the story. The stuck place is now pretty much gone away, except now I have this logic problem taking its place. In fact, the more I think about it,the more I think that the logic problem is likely what triggered the stuck place. Often the characters realize something is wrong and refuse to cooperate before I realize there's a problem. But I just want to finish!!!! I'm so close to the end of this project, at least this draft. I just want to be done! Not that I don't love the project, but being this close to the end and not being able to move forward is painful to me. Like when a sneeze gets stuck. You can feel the sneeze wants to happen, your eyes are watering...but the darn thing just won't go!

*(&*(%^$^%#$^%$^#$^%$#^%#%!!!!!!!!

Whew, I feel better. A friend of mine, Paula, taught me about comic book swearing. It works well. And offends no one...unless you happen to speak comic. : )

Okay, with that silly sentence, I think I'm done here. One last thing...that Meg Cabot is a funny one. Check out today's entry as well...http://www.megcabot.com. As usual, click on her diary link.

Talk to you tomorrow!