Where's my coffee?

There are some days where everything just seems to flow perfectly.

Take yesterday, for example. I woke up early and cranked out a twenty page outline for a new book.

Then I sat down and finished five chapters for the audio release of Prison of Dreams. I plan to release both the print and audio versions the first of November, so there's a bit of a rush on it, but I can't push my voice too hard or the sound will be poor. This was a 450 page story I wrote in my early teens and had only a single copy of. As I've read back through it, and done the necessary editing for publication, I find myself still enraptured by the tale. It's amazing to go back and read something you wrote half a lifetime ago, and still love it!

Then I finished transcribing the remainder of Simple Musings. Another 400+ page monster that I wrote in my youth, and which survived the flood. I had only a single copy of each book printed off onto old dot matrix paper and clipped into binders for safe keeping, but it didn't keep them safe from the water. Simple Musings was so badly damaged the pages were stuck together and blue from run ink. It's been a challenge trying to read the original manuscript, but I'm glad it could be saved. I still love this story too, even years later!

All in all, yesterday was a pretty successful day.

Today, however, I slept in. And all I can think of is, 'where's my coffee?!'