I finished off most of the scenes for my story I had thought up. I got about halfway through a scene and realized I didn't know the purpose of the scene. It always makes me pause. I figured I'd take a break and let my mind simmer on it for a bit.
Last night I was planning to write more but opted to watch some tv. I went to bed early and actually fell asleep without it being a huge struggle (thankfully). This morning as I'm showering, the entire rest of the story just came to me. I have a dozen scenes written down - they will turn in to the rest of the plot. What's more the climax will lead to a second book I think.
I never have titles - not ever. I struggle to get titles because I can never seem to find something catchy, quirky, or fitting for the book. In my head I come up with whatever fits at the moment for a working title. With this story - I have a title, though I'll probably do some research to see if it is common. I also have a title for the next one too and have a rough idea of the plot I want to do for that one.
This morning I'm working on items on my to do list. I've crossed off several and hope to continue the progress. Ken is off doing the errands which leaves me free to either write or work on the to do list. Perhaps I'm getting back on track after my week of no sleep. If that is what it took, I'm going to count the lack of sleep as a blessing - though I'm not sure Ken would he had to put up with me being cranky.
Sleep has returned to my life and - not surprisingly - I feel better. I got a solid six hours last night which for me is good. I feel like I can face and tackle the issues I wasn't able to for the last week. It is just a matter of working my way through each task.