First, an apology that I won’t have a teaser going up today. Getting very hard to pick out of everything and not sure how to change that. Also check out below.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I got maybe an hour sleep and I don’t know why, but I did notice my stomach giving me issues. Was it stress? Was it the old cake that was pulled out of the freezer for consumption? Was it the severe lack or disruption of sleep I’ve dealt with for two weeks?
Probably everything, but I want to touch on that last one. (EDIT: Apparently, the cake was a major factor and has been filed.) The weather constantly changing and making me run through the gamut of pajama types isn’t helping. Neither is the chorus that I’m now sleeping next to. Now, I snore and I’ve caught myself do it. A rather standard noise that sounds like something is stuck in my throat and I’m trying to breathe around it. The wife changes noises every 10-15 minutes. I’ve heard the following:
- Goose getting strangled underwater.
- Running chainsaw put through a woodchipper.
- Tweety bird snore.
- Gargling mouthwash.
- Standard sawing of log.
- A choking thing that makes me think she’s in trouble.
- The gasp from a dramatic movie that requires you put your hand to your chest.
- Baby elephant blowing bubbles in chocolate milk.
My nights are being spent more on coming up with odd snore descriptions than actually sleeping. She does have a small cold that has decided to get a little worse this morning, but that’s not surprising. There’s a running gag in this house that if I get sick, the person most likely to take some pressure off my shoulders goes down too. This results in me being the one to push through my own malady, make myself worse, and eventually get a lecture about not resting when I should. I think that last part is done specifically when I’m too weak to lift anything heavier than a pillow, so the threat of anything solid being thrown or wielded is gone.
An aside: You know it’s going to be a bad day when your phone and laptop refuse to get their act together as well. Must be an omen when an author and all his toys are unable to fully wake up. *hears beep from phone* Oh, NOW you download the emails.
I’m hoping this is just exhaustion from bad sleeping because I have a family meeting at my son’s school. I do feel less like an infected human and more like a guy who simply needs to sleep for a day. That’s probably what I’m going to do, so you won’t see too much of me today. Not that the blog, Facebook, or sales have been requiring my attention in the last 24 hours. Twitter is the only really active place. This is probably for the best too because I’m going to be moody. What I wrote yesterday for Book 12 was fun and I was aiming to have more of it. I mean, I got to do a Luke solo scene with a lot of action and a Sari being cunning scene. It’s hard to do these things so late in the series when the group is together and I feel bad when a character is just standing there. I always hope to give them one line, but it doesn’t always work. At least with Luke, Nyx, and Sari. Although, the first two seem to have mellowed in their old age. I’m rambling.
On a final note that has nothing to do with the previous stuff because I worry that I’ll pass out before I can help spread the news. Check out the finale of a trilogy by Jack Flacco. The final ‘Ranger Martin’ book has been released, so head over there for a copy or even to tweet directly from the Amazon page. Give Ranger Martin a big sendoff as he completes his adventures. CLICK ON THE COVER!
(Small note for spouses of sickies: For the love of GOD, do not commandeer the nearest bathroom for a cleaning when your significant other might have to make a mad dash. It doesn’t matter if you’ve been meaning to do it and promising to do it for the last 2 weeks. Now is not the time!)