The Ramblings Of...

...a slightly insomniatic author.

Who's also pretty sure she just made up the word 'insomniatic'. Well, it's a little after midnight...12:24 to be exact (at which point, my mind goes: Ooo 12:24 like 12/24 it's Christmas eve time! For the record, my mind also does this for other times with meaning, like 12:34, 12:31, 10:31, 3:14, 9:11, and a few others.) Regardless, it's late, I'm at 36% battery life, and felt like blogging. Let's see if I can do this before my computer dies.

First, I had a mini panic attack late last night when I misplaced a page of Diary. When I realized it was missing, this was my train of thought: hahahahahahahahahahahaha crap. Now, I'm not talking about a page from December, or the one I was writing on at that very moment, which maybe had ten sentences. I'm talking a full page, covered front and back with content from the upcoming chapter, that had not been typed yet. If you know my process, you know I handwrite everything, and then type it. There have only ever been two exceptions to this process: First, Alex's homecoming kiss, which I had been working on for two months--in Diary time--by typing first, then writing when I got to that actual scene, and then typing it again with everything else. The second exception actually goes to last week's chapter. The camping bit is all there, on blue-lined paper, written with a black Zebra Z-grip ballpoint, but the written documentation ends when Sascha asserts her independence. Wow, ok, long pointless detour that was entirely unnecessary. So I thought I lost the page, and searched everywhere: the purse I had taken that day, the new notebook, the old notebook, the floor of my bedroom, my bed, behind my bed, everywhere. Or so I thought. See, I've taken to folding up the pages of Diary that I'm working on, and sticking them in my purse, or in my back pocket, next to my ever-present pen. That way, if there's ever downtime at work, I can pull out the paper and pick up right where I left off. When I get home, I take the papers out of where ever I shoved them and place them nicely into my binder. And wouldn't you know, after all that searching, that the missing page was in the back pocket of my work pants all along? Guess I need to check those more thoroughly. Can you imagine my horror if it went through the wash!

Then we come to tonight. So there I was, swelling upwards with the momentum of writing some very important Diary entries, when my friend JF calls. Now, JF and I have been friends since the dawn of time (or at least, sixth grade) so usually, no matter how much I may hate him, I always answer the phone when he calls, because that's what eight-year friends do. (Especially when those eight years account for almost half your life.) Unfortunately, JF is that friend that you love and hate, all at the same time, without fail. They always have the worst time in the world, except for when they have the best timing in the world, and that makes up for all the crap. Anyway, JF called around 10:30. An hour and a half later, I finally hang up. For me, this is bad. For Diary, well, now I have to build momentum back up, and that stinks. I'm at the beginning of the end, and it's all very intense right now, and a lot of major things are happening for our friends at JoCad. Remember how I said this blog might be used for things like teasers and spoilers? Well:

***Spoiler alert!***
Remember Zio? He's going to come in handy soon. Those black outs weren't random accidents, after all. (Or were they?) You know how Alex is the only one who really knows all about Sascha? That's going to change. You know how no one knows anything about Alex? That's going to change too. **end spoilers**

Wow. Parenthetical Aside-count for this entry: 4

Listening to: Two analog clocks ticking out of sync with each other. This is a problem.
Eating: Brownies with caramel (pronounced CAR-mel). Dang it. 5 parenthetical asides.
Drinking: Ice Water - the drink of champions

Bleh. Ok, anyway, so in conclusion, I need to not be distracted when writing, a vast amount of interesting things are happening at Johannesburg Academy, I should sleep (psh!...6), there are a lot of old books that I really want to read right now but don't have time, and I'm going to end this blog update before I ramble on in a very unbecoming manner. I'm well aware that these aren't really read anyway. I just like...seeing...myself talk. Ok. Back to Diary.

-Jordan