It's 2:00 a.m. and I can't sleep. Again. I seem to suffer from insomnia nearly every night these days. That makes no sense. Every night these days.
I'm rum-dum. My eyes are tired, aching. My shoulder hurts. I need to rest. I can't sleep. Argh!
I'd write, but I can't think straight. I'm working on an untitled novella titled only Starla, for the heroine. I just finished one called Shiloh's Song. They're connected, part of a series. In the state I'm in, I'd probably have Shiloh doing what Starla...
Published on September 17, 2013 01:29