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Sunday Lazy Sunday

I have nothing planned for today. It’s Sunday, and I want to soak up all the leisure I can before the work week starts tomorrow. I just woke up, and a nap feels like a good idea already. I’d do better drinking a cup of coffee and listening to chill music, which is what I’m doing right now.

The coffee is strong and the music mellow. A good combination, but I’m still sleepy. It’s only 7 AM, so I have a whole day of nothing ahead of me. I will probably do something, though — I have some internet searches for the upcoming novel.

Here’s a picture of Chloe doing what I feel like doing today:

Profound isn’t happening

Photo by Ketut Subiyanto on Pexels.com

I’m trying for profound this morning, but it isn’t happening. What is happening is that I am falling asleep at my keyboard. While typing. And I’m still hitting the right keys. But that only lasts for so long before my words go into gibberish. It is not possible to sleep and type at the same time, at least not for long.

It makes me wonder if I could sleep and go to work at the same time. I doubt it, because the paying attention to students part will be difficult with my eyes closed. And then what happens when I start dreaming?

The coffee isn’t working

I’m drinking my daily cup of coffee, and it’s not waking me up. No jolt, no feeling of invigoration, nothing of the sort. I want my money back.

I don’t know why

I don’t know why I’m so tired today. I got a good night’s sleep and an afternoon nap. I’m not been doing anything too strenuous except teaching, but yes, that’s strenuous. So is existing with 107-degree heat indexes. So, okay, maybe I do know why.

Pushing myself

Not much I can do but push myself. Get ready for work, drive myself in and walk to my office, meet with students, teach classes. Find a lunch at the Student Union. And hopefully, in the middle of this, I will wake up.

I hope.

Odds and Ends


So, I spent a busy weekend getting writing things done. Finalizing my Pitch Wars packet, writing a piece of flash fiction for a contest, writing a little on a short story.  And then last night, the silly little Chloe woke me up in the middle of the night licking my nose. Slurpslurpslurpslurpslurpslurp.

Morning comes, and I feel absolutely tuckered today, but it is Monday and time to go to work. I hope the coffee gets here soon. I really don’t know how to function without it today. 

Coffee is with me now. Brazilian coffee, deep and chocolatey. I think I’ll live. 

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I’m pretty much ready to submit the book to Kindle Direct Publishing (KDP) except for one thing — I don’t want it posted to Kindle right away. The official book drop is November 1st, just in time for the Christmas season. I don’t want it posted before then. I should ask KDP if they can hold off on posting the electronic copy before Nov. 1st. Otherwise, the timing is all nervewracking — I know it will take a couple days for them to process it, but if things go wrong it might take more. How will I time that to get the book out of the 1st?  A frustrating conundrum.

I should put some well-thought-out emails today to the KDP people.

Sleepy Sunday



It’s Sunday morning, and I slept in really late.


I need to get back into writing, in-between making a sourdough rye bread and spoiling one little kitty. If I can wake up. 

The coffee is on its way. It’s a commercial coffee from a small mill instead of our usual home-roasted. It will wake me up just as well. Hopefully.

Me-Me and Girly-Girl are teaming up on my while I write. Me-Me thinks I’m not clean enough. Girly-Girl just wants attention.

Richard will brine and smoke salmon this afternoon. I want him to make a cream sauce and serve them over sourdough waffles for dinner if he’s feeling adventurous.

This is my Sunday. If I could only wake up …

Short note — so sleepy, cannot brain.

So sleepy. Cannot brain.


My last final is today, and after that I’ve only got internships to grade, and grades to turn in, and I’m done for winter break.

I just need coffee to get through this. Luckily it’s on the brew.

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The coffee has arrived. 

It might take two cups of coffee to get through this.

Or maybe even three.
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After break, stories to write. I’m a little torn at the expansion of Kami, because my writing is filling the background up — with Barn Swallows’ Dance, with its magic. I’m afraid it will be too strange for the contest I want to enter it in. Ah well, I knew I’m not that standard.

Have a great day!

Sleepy.

I’m so tired this morning.

I’ve had to retype the above sentence twice because I couldn’t find the home keys. My hands are twitchy on the keyboard and my head keeps nodding.

I slept well last night, and kept sleeping till my alarm woke me up. Usually I’m up before the alarm. 

I’m up, though, if not totally awake, and I’m going to rescue myself with a good cup or three of coffee. Today’s coffee, from Mokaska Coffee, promises not only caffeine but epiphanies.

Hope that wakes me up. I’ll let you know if I have any epiphanies.

Sleepy Sunday — and boy, do I need it! I spent the better part of the week running from here to there, with a long train ride taking longer than expected, no time to compress before the semester started, and with two computers (home and work) to be repaired, I got through that admirably.

As I sit here in front of my new computer with horribly coffee that we ourselves did not roast, I think the secret to my calm about writing lately has three sources:

  • Living as if I’ve already been published (which I have, if you include short stories and flash fiction;
  • Making sure I have a lot (queries, submissions and the like) out there;
  • Not writing novels for a while (although I’m sending one to dev edit soon, the last of my backlog) and sticking with shorter writing.

Driving myself, I’ve noticed, doesn’t get me any closer to success, but it does make me grumpy. But at the same time, I can’t let it go completely.


Writing retreat at Mozingo

I sit in my pajamas in front of a fireplace typing this. Think of this as a mini-retreat at a cabin with the winter outside and warmth within. In fact, it’s warm enough that I’m getting sleepy …

No, that will not do. I came here to write, or at least finish editing Whose Hearts are Mountains. I only have three chapters left; I can handle that. But first, a nap …

A half-hour later, I’m awake. The fire is now roaring, and I’m ready to start writing again.

But first, I have to watch the video my friend in Poland (who probably doesn’t read my blog) just dropped …

I need to stop procrastinating. This IS my writing retreat.

On to editing …

WAKE UP!

I’m trying to write something meaningful, and I’m failing. Mostly because I’m falling asleep at my desk.

I could write down the stream of consciousness I face when I sleep, but there is a green field far away/I hope to find it some fine day* (repeat and fade) and I’d rather sing along (repeat and fade) than be inspired at the moment … zzz …

My drowsiness does not seem to understand Robert Frost’s words: ” … and miles to go before I sleep …” I know he was talking about death, morbid spirit that he was, but I’ve got a full day today and naptime doesn’t seem to understand that. I’m dressed up, I’m ready to teach, and — zzzzz …

I am falling asleep sitting up. Sitting up. It’s a good thing I can’t sleep standing up, otherwise class today could be very … different.  Zzzzz …

I’ve had two cups of coffee. By cups, I mean 12 ounces, or about 2x the amount in those styrofoam shot glasses they call a coffee cup. This means that I’ve had a total of a pint and a half of — zzzzz …

Can I sleepwalk through work? Not an option — especially since teaching has a touch of acting in it, and I must show my true enthusiasm for this topic externally, which can’t happen if I — Zzzzzz …

It’s okay, I’ll wake up as soon as I have to drive to work. It’s not good sleeping while driving — Zzzzz …

*Waterboys, “The Return of Pan”. Great song.