I should know better...

...but I don't.

Couldn't fall asleep last night. Too much creativity. Too many ideas. If I hadn't taken my nocturnal cocktail, I simply would've gotten up and continued the writing and adjacent items. But I did. No midnight typing for me.

But, The Murphenator woke me at 2:08 wanting to share my pillow. Which is cool, of course, until he starts to make biscuits on my cheek. Then it is decidedly less than frosty.

I get up and give him his can of wet food and attempt to fall back asleep.

*insert hysterical laughter*

Rolled out of bed around 2:30. Cleaned the kitchen and adjourned to the Sanctuary to write a bit on my ideas. Stayed up until 6:00. Rolled back out of bed at 9:30. 

Back in the Sanctuary to prepare for this Saturday, could have said Friday before--I know🙄, and the Romance Book Festival in Guthrie, Oklahoma. 

Uber excited.

Not uber excited about taking on a flight of stairs. 

I firmly believe that every building should have an access to second floors and basements and whatnot for handicapped people. Isn't that a law?

Antyway, had to check with a publisher to make sure I only signed up for one story in their many anthologies. I simply don't trust myself, at this point.

Lo and behold, thank you Lordt, that's it. 

And that's one of the unholy reasons I couldn't sleep last night. 

Idea after idea. Ended up using my "Notes" on my phone which I hate. Talk to text.

Because I think I'm enunciating clearly while it thinks I talk like Reba McEntire. 

(No offense, woman. I love your twang.) 

And oh shit! I forgot to tell you, I haven't gotten to it a second time yet for editing, but there's either book 4 or 5 in the Plot Twist series which has a word in it that I can't figure out for the life of me. Like yeah, I typed that. But obviously didn't mean whatever the blue fuck was put down. 😶

That's a problem for Tomorrow Crystal. 

Today Crystal has enough going on.