Midnight. I'm Still Awake.

I'm so weird! There's no other way to describe me. I've had 4 hours sleep, I've been up since 9:45am, here it is after midnight and I'm still awake with not so much as a yawn in sight. This is taking night owl-ness to the extreme.

Anyway, better news: Orchids for Roses was accepted into the premium catalog. That means it should be at Kobo in six weeks (the one place I LOVE most to have my books on display because Kobo makes it easy to peruse the 'free' section of e-books. Can you guess where I get most of my books now?), and now Baker & Taylor has been added to the digital book distribution lineup with Smashwords. 

Smashwords has been a shiny new toy: one I'm hoping will never lose its shine and newness for me. 

So now that all three of my finished books have been accepted into the premium catalog, I felt oddly at a loss. It'll be ages before Laughter for Tears will be ready for publication. What do I do to keep that 'formatting feeling'? (Because really, for me, getting a book ready and published is the most exciting part of this whole thing). Then it hit me: write another short story.

And I gave it some thought: what could I write about? I do have other stories on the back burner, but none that would be appropriate as a short story. It took me about two hours before I came up with it. I'd write a 10,000 word prequel for the Choices Trilogy (Orchids for Roses, Laughter for Tears, Beauty for Ashes). It will have nothing to do with Debs or Victor. Nope. I'm concentrating on Ysie  (Ysonde's nickname) and how she'd landed in the terrorist cell to begin with. 

Then I sat down and started writing - by hand - on the device I'd received for Christmas. It's a cool piece of hardware that records what I write by hand, connects to the computer and then translates my work to typing. Granted, I need to clean up what it had interpreted simply because it isn't completely 'comfortable' with my handwriting. No shock. Someone once told me - after I'd sent them a letter - that my handwriting changed six times over the course of a few pages. That worried me at the time, I wondered if it meant I had a handwriting style for each emotion (I refuse to say personalities. For all my quirks, I'm not a splitty!)

But, I've since discovered, when my hand gets tired I adjust my hold, angle and shift the paper to ease the stress on wrist tendons and nerves. 

Oh well, maybe I'm weird or maybe this is just me being unique. What I do know is that I'm not going to change for a long, long time, so I might as well get used to me.

Goal for now: look after the ki'ies and then force myself to go to sleep.  Hoo hoo hoo hoo <- my inner night owl rebelling. Le sigh ...