Hey, Miss J!

I love Chicago. Don’t you? By that, I don’t mean the location, nor am I referring to the musical of the same name. Instead, I’m going through my catalogue of music by them. It’s funny in a way.

Much of the music I enjoy the most come from the 1980s to early 2000s.

Though, I do like “Barracuda”, so maybe my interests go back further.

Today’s blog title is based on an annoying piece of dialogue that I somehow keep finding all over the place.

I realized, much to my chagrin today, that I barely ate… again. Food wasn’t exactly a priority for me, even though the reason I went out today was to buy groceries. It’s difficult to explain why I’m suddenly not eating much.

I bought the stuff that I wanted, as far as cheese and snacks went too, but most of that stuff has been put away. My friend treated me to lunch – which for me consisted of a Happy Meal and blueberry pie. My breakfast was a few bits of homemade dehydrated fruit and about three different samples in the grocery store we were in.

My friend was highly upset with me when I informed her that I’d had a slice of cheese after I got home so I could take my meds. That’s putting her reaction mildly. She was also startled to hear that I never ate before I left the house. I explained that eating in the morning for me requires a bit of work, so I’m not all that keen on just ‘grabbing’ random things.

Nothing in my home is that easy to eat, unless it’s fruit or some of the snacks I have. I did buy like a 60+ pack of cereal bars… which I haven’t purchased in forever. Though, I do have instant oatmeal that I can set up to cook itself while I tend to things. It normally needs a few minutes to absorb all the hot water so…

Much like anything in here, I eat my food rather quickly as well. My friend didn’t want the rest of her pie for lunch, so gave it to me. I hoovered it down like I normally do and took us both home.

She told me I was a kid still, since I kept laughing and wiggling along with some of the music on my phone.

When I got home, it was a lot worse. I was nonsensical, and I did not feel quite ‘awake’ upstairs.

See… when I’m half delirious due to a lack of food, I end up acting like that. It doesn’t come down to calories consumed, but actual food. Everyone knows that McDonald’s really doesn’t count as far as ‘filling’ cuisine goes. So, while I felt fine when I got home… that wore off quickly.

I was able to pull myself together just enough to accept my food delivery. I’ve been trying to get hold of pollock for months now, and finally – it shows up on Amazon Fresh.

Along with a fantastic new fee for shoppers. I was so angry that I complained to one of the people in customer service… and was able to get my current bill with Amazon reduced (as in the annual bill). So… that is good, I suppose.

I’ve been debating what’s happening in term of my writing. Now that I’m trying to adhere to a sleep schedule and on a mood stabilizer along with meds for anxiety and depression… My energy ain’t it.

Thanks to fibromyalgia, I also feel like I have lead weights attached to both my legs and hips some days.

I can’t easily run on 68 minutes of sleep for a whole day. While that does sound insane, it’s unfortunately something I’ve had happened fairly often. Now, usually 4 hours or less means insta-coma.

Stuff under 6 hours means I’m falling asleep everywhere too, which can be quite embarrassing.

So, what about my writing though…?

I can’t be ‘Juliette Lyst – Author’ without the authoring.

Pfft. I also can’t film content and all on the same days.

My body needs sleep. So while I’m over the moon about having a semi-consistent schedule for chores and sleep, I really miss having time for writing. Maybe I can swap out a nap one day to pen a few words for NtC?

Although… I have been on the fence about writing something either for NCIS or Rizzoli & Isles. I have a general concept of what I want the plot to be about. However, the actions and reactions of the characters will be based soley on which universe I’m dabbling in.

I know very little about NCIS except what I’ve caught snippets of.

Not that I haven’t written cannon divergent, AU or cannon material before.

I was also debating writing something for The Croods, seeing as there’s not too many stories on them. At least, not many that I can view without seeing the notorious wall of red logos.

Even if I were to resume my revisions on “Open Arms”, I’d have to sit and practically rewrite the entire chapter from scratch. Seriously. It also needs a script, or something offering some semblance of direction. In the back of my mind, I do have an idea of the destination for OA, but no idea what’s happening in the middle.

I’m sort of in the same situation with “Navigating the Curve” as well. While I have a final destination in mind and wrote a 28-page segment of one of the last chapters (Which – Spoiler Alert: Includes a very graphic birthing scene…), I’m still kind of adrift. I’m trying to find solid ground and figure out where things are going. I have already begun heavy revisions on the chapters. For one of them, I punched out about 6-8 pages of additional original content, scrapped a hunk of what’s there with my original characters and put Peter and Jennifer front and center. I need to do that for the following two chapters, and I have a sinking suspicion that I’ll need to write out a lot of new pages of content… such as an additional 10 pages for each of them.

My readers might recognize the changes – and any of the new ones will be none the wiser. I’m trying to make the ‘add-ons’ as seamless as possible.

That’s it. I must go and punch out another 2K on an assignment. I should have started 2 hours ago, but I was busy eating. Pollock with jerk seasoning, sauerkraut and tartar sauce. I also had hot cocoa tonight.

Yum Yum.

Au revoir! Bonne nuit!

~J. Lyst