Pages: One Hundred and Eighteen
Word Count: 39,375
A start of another week. What can I say? Monday’s aren’t my most favourite day of the week. Especially when sleep keeps evading me at every viable hour.
I have tried everything from drinking tea to colouring in half an hour before bedtime but still nothing.
I don’t know whether it’s because I’m fired up about my WIP or just that I’m thinking about too much stuff in general but it’s got to stop.
I’ve always found it difficult to sleep at night, even when I was a kid. I’m more of a night owl than an early bird. I guess I’m going to have to get myself back into a routine of some sort.
I’m finding that I’m writing a lot of dialogue instead of narrative. Not too worried about that as I can fix that at a later time. That’s if I decide to work on it again.
It’s not that I’m not feeling enthusiastic about what I’m working on it’s just that I’m unsure of where it’s headed in the future.
It’s so uncertain at the minute.