Some nights I can't sleep. Or don't sleep very well. Last night was one of those.
My mind wanders when this happens. The voices start talking, which sounds really crazy but I'm a writer and most of you are, too, so you get that, right? And it's always voices that inevitably make me sad, because they're from old books that might never see the light. Tonight it was Adrie, a broken girl from a book I called Sealed. It also has elves in it.
Adrie was all, "You could rewrite me. It was a good idea. The mood is totally in line with Transparent. At least keep it in mind, will you?"
Yes, Adrie, thanks a lot for that. Because rewriting is SO FUN, and I have a lot of time laying around unused.
Then I started thinking about Beth Revis' dust jacket. Not. Kidding. Have you seen it? Seriously, go look. That is some freaking brilliant stuff, people. I've written male MCs, and I have to admit it now seems like it wasn't the smartest idea in a YA market heavily geared toward girls. This jacket? Dude. That Elder side is sweet, and a guy could carry that anywhere without shame. I'm so happy to see a book being geared to BOTH genders. The covers are amazing, and I think it was a genius move on her publisher's part.
I know, this is what I'm thinking about in the middle of the night. I like books, okay? Leave me alone. I'm tired and cranky.
And then I finally moved on to something kind of useful—Transparent edits. I'm at that point where you just want to stop, you know? At least that's how I get when I'm really close to getting a book where it needs to be. I get tired and lazy (I'll just do one chapter tonight...Do I have to press delete again? It's so exhausting to press these keys! Wahhhh.). The book is good enough, right?
Wrong. I mean, the story is good. Great, even. I'm really proud of all the work I've put in, and I think its paid off. But there's still more to do. Dude, I was editing Transparent at this time last year...before I rewrote it all. Can I be done now?
I know the answer to that. Just...no sleep, remember? I'm starting to get into the book again, starting to find the love under all that emotional junk I've heaped onto it. Poor book, it absorbed my anxiety like a sponge. Trying to squeeze it out.
Dangit, my kids are up.
I think I might try to go back to sleep anyway...you know, after I change a diaper and feed them and stuff.
I probably shouldn't blog when I'm sleep deprived. But I'm curious, what do you think about in those wee hours of the night? You know, if you're up. If you sleep like death, I don't want to know because I'll just glare at you.