***zzzz*** Oh! I'm suppoooooosed to be.. what?

Writing. Yeah, that.

Um. No.

I stayed up way late (for me) to watch the Lifetime TV movie about J.K. Rowling and have only now gotten out of bed. I’m a true wuss when it comes to sleep. I have to have it or I do not function well. Staying up late and sleeping late means I won’t go to bed on time tonight and I’ll be off schedule with sleep for the rest of the week. Damnit.

My eyes popped open right on cue at 6:30 as per usual, but instead of getting up I looked out the window into the dark and snerked. No. And rolled back over. Usually, I’ll just groan and get up because I know I have pages to do. No.

The movie was about as good as you could expect out of Lifetime, so one can’t complain. I liked it because of scenes like the chess board in the coffee shop because I’ve done that; found inspiration in little off-handed things. There were a lot of things she did that I’ve experienced, like leave your husband when your child is little and one of your priorities being getting your writing out of that house. In my case it was my laptop and not a box, but still. What was it? Three years or something and she went from welfare to movie premiere? Just wow. I’ve always thought Rowling was the shit, I think more so now.

I mean, give Stephanie Meyer her due, she created a monster in Twilight, but who the Hell can top Harry Potter? You can compare Twilight to The Vampire Diaries. What would you attempt to compare with the Potter-verse? Nothing. Ok, so nothing I know about, anyway. And if you can find something, I’ll lay money that it only bloomed into existence after Harry. The originality of it all…. Rowling is the shit.

What does any of that have to do with me NOT getting out of bed? Simple. I was tired and I know Esteban Marquez is no boy wizard. I will not go from bean counting and killing bugs to movie premiers in three years if only I would have gotten up this morning to write. Not that Rowling’s story wasn’t inspiring, it was, but I’m being realistic. I love Este, but he’s no Harry. So, I slept.

My grandmother turns 86 tomorrow, so we’re taking her out to dinner today to celebrate. I have the next chapter on my brain NOW, while the house is quiet, but I can guarantee you I won’t have leisure to run with it once the house wakes up, which will be any second – and there goes my grandmother’s voice drifting up the hall, so I’m not even gonna try. Sometimes, it’s just not worth chewing through the straps of aggravation.

I’m going out for the Breakfast of Champions and ten minutes with my iPod. Self-torture because it wakes the vampires.

Lisa shared this gal’s blog on FB. I like her sense of humor, so give her a read.

http://jennifertalli.wordpress.com/