I went back to sleep after dropping Beatrix off at eight am. My new OCD medication has caused me to have slight falling-asleep insomnia. Now, falling asleep? That’s always been a super-power of mine. Staying asleep? No. But, if you fall back asleep easily (see: superpower) it’s not too bad to be disrupted.
So, I decide the only way I’m going to get through this day, is if I go back to sleep at eight-thirty am and wake up at ten am. Because my sleep has been absolute crap and I hate taking naps.
I do just this. And at ten am I get up, put on a shower cap, shower, take my hair down and use the curling iron I can afford. When I was in Arizona, my room-mate had one of those Dyson Airwraps??? Jesus. I’m ruined. Ruined. I hate every other curling wand after using that Dyson.
I do my makeup, lately I’ve been using a lot of Merit brand bronzer sticks. And that Charlotte Tilbury pink dabby glow stuff.
I put on an all white outfit. It makes me feel like a doctor or a guru, a house painter or a stupid princess and I really like all of those jobs.
Then, I play with Babycat, Gertie and Archie- I fed and took them outside, before I left with Bea for school. I talk to them, I chase them around the house. I make them do tricks for treats. Today, I do this because it’s pissing buckets of rain outside.
I edit my YA book, with its deadline looming.
I plea to readers switch to pay subscribe to this newsletter because it would be incredible to do this newsletter and write my books.
I drive to Bea’s school and pick her up. We drive to her Doctor’s appointment where I accidentally open Italian Disney porn a friend has sent to me via text.
The woman beside me belittles her son, telling him he talks too much and is going to “face severe consequences for his actions.” And I hear his little voice apologizing to his mother, while Bea pokes me in the side to show me the Toddlers interacting in the opposite corner in their little puffer jackets.
Rainy day clothes are actually, maybe, the cutest clothes? At least on Toddlers?
After an hour of waiting, we see the doctor, then we get in line at the McDonalds on Ventura Blvd. because I need a chocolate shake.
I come home and think about texting a few people, but decide that that’s a late night hassle already: FRIDAY 6:29pm
I’m spending the weekend working and going to a friend’s house for an Oscar viewing. What are you all going to be doing?
I'm writing stories about how I became a writer as it is, as you say, "pissing buckets." I'm two days sober and it's weird writing without a glass of wine. Sleep was OK while I was drinking. Terrible when I tried weed. Last night was OK. I'm a widow for 5 years and I had a boyfriend who dumped me three months ago. Mainly because I wasn't very nice to him. I was married for 40 years and thought I had relationships figured out. I had A Realtionship figured out. So I am trying not to text him, which he tolorates. Sigh. Writers are messed up but at least we have some great stories. Get some sleep! I'll try and become a paid reader when I get paid by my client.
It's amazing to me that people can write books. The whole process feels superhuman. Writers are just born special. I'm grateful for that because I was born to read.