It's great being a girl...

Sarcasm is one of the greatest inventions of all time - well, besides tp and chocolate. The fact that I can title this blog like that and feel this miserable is true sarcasm.

I woke up on the "wrong side of the bed" this morning with my cat poking my face and jumping on my abdomen - which set off my monthly friend. I'm not angry or depressed, which is good - considering the circumstances. Mostly, I just feel "blah".

Lately, no matter how much I sleep, it's just not enough. I'm pretty sure this is because of the weight I've lost and my changing eating habbits, with the additional exercise. It doesn't help matters that I've been staying up late writing and trying to finish this freaking book. I'm so close - I can taste it. Offically, I've already finished it cause everyone has ridden off into the sunset, but now I get to go back and "fill-in" the holes.

While I was writing, I'd get to parts where I knew something had to happen but I just couldn't write it out. So, I would insert something like <<<<>>>> in the text. It helped move things along when I would get writers block.

Now, I have gaps which need to be filled and my style needs to be cleaned up. I was literally trying to write a book in a month and so when I go back and read some of my work it feels really unfinished.

I just can't believed I'm finished. I've never finished anything before, especially when it was just for me. At this point, I'm not sure if I really care if it gets published. Of course, I'd love for my work to be good enough to be published - but that's not the point. Just thinking about finishing this project makes me so freaking happy.

Now, comes the super hard part - editing. I can't let my Virgo-manic self kill everything now. When I was writing I just pushed forward and told myself, "Just let go and write, it's not supposed to be perfect". Editing will make all the difference and I'm counting on a few friends to really help out.

I've also had to consider which audience I'll be aiming for. At first, I thought the book would turn out to be your typical fantasy novel, but now I'm thinking it will be more entertaining for young adults than grown-ups. But, that's to be seen.

Last night I re-read some of the writing I did for a vampire novel I started. I started cracking myself up because I remembered how much I loved the main character - she's as sarcastic as I wish I could be. I'm not sure if that book will ever get off the ground, cause lately I've been thinking of the romance novel I wanted to try my hand at.

There's just so many ideas in my head and not enough time to get them all out. It's frustrating. I think it's the frustration that's making me moody, too. Eh, maybe I just need a freaking nap time. lol