So how did I wake up one morning, and suddenly I'm 25 weeks along and my hair is longer than I remember and the Squidling is whipping out sentences like it ain't no thang?
The answer: I'm totally Project Drunk. (Sigh. Just typing that out reminds me of how lovely a nice big glass of wine is going to be after this little Jude boy comes out to meet the world.) Anyway, Project Drunk, yep that's me, tunneling through time like it's shredded paper, and now I find myself in a really strange type of reality.
The type where I write 1/3 of a novel, realize that I've missed a major plot point and need to start completely over, and then find out two days later that I have a little over a month before my agent would like to see the completed first draft. This the first time in my 5 years of writing that I've had any sort of deadline to meet, and while I felt like my natural instinct should have been to completely freak out and panic, I was instead filled with this insane sort of I-CAN-DO-THIS-SHIZ type of adrenaline, and now here I am a couple of weeks later with almost half of the novel completed.
That is so not me, that super hard worker with a tough schedule to meet. Yet, I'm kicking its ass (so far) and am pleasantly surprising myself in the process. I can't believe I'm saying it, but I find the challenge appealing and very, very exciting.
So besides the Project Drunkness, my life consists of making Play Doh cakes, painting with Lily's new favorite set of watercolors, watching Mars Needs Moms, Tangled, Babies, and Sesame Street on repeat, and getting all sorts of wonderful Squidling cuddles and funny moments that constantly make me stop and ask myself if I really am this lucky.
Lame, but true.
