I wish my camera worked.
The sky right now is perfect grey – classic winter sky right before it spits sleet or snow at you.
Last night I stayed up and read Stephanie Meyer’s Midnight Sun partial draft. After writing about going to see the midnight release of the New Moon movie and now this, I’m sure some of you are rolling your eyes at me.
And you know? That’s OK.
I’ve never said that I thought the books were award winning – the movies definitely aren’t – but sometimes it’s good to suspend reality and just escape in a book that plays on cheap emotions and high school memories.
If you’ve read the first Twilight book then you should read what there is of Midnight Sun. When I first heard the premise of the book – Edward’s perspective of Twilight – I decided that I wouldn’t read it since I didn’t need to rehash a book I had already read. And, like happens a lot, I was wrong.
I like Midnight Sun better than I liked Twilight. Edward is a much more likable narrator than Bella ever was. Midnight Sun also interests me from an author perspective since it is all character development – fleshing out the Edward character. I bet that was an interesting mental exercise.
Actually, the whole reason I started writing this was to bitch about Ollie.
He went to bed around 7:30 and I didn’t hear anything from him all night. He was so quiet that I considered peeking in his room to make sure that he was still breathing but if you’ve ever had a child who didn’t sleep, you know that you’re walking a fine line with the whole peeking thing.
On the one hand, obviously you don’t want your kid to be dead but on the other hand, you don’t want to wake the kid up if they’re still alive. SO, more times than not, you convince yourself that there is nothing wrong and that you’ve just finally gotten lucky in the sleep department.
That’s what I do anyway.
I don’t really remember when exactly I got done with Midnight Sun but it was really early this morning.
And, wouldn’t you know it, literally the minute I turned off my bedside lamp, Ollie started fussing in his room. He went from 7:30 until 1 or 2 with not a freakin’ sound and I put my head on my pillow to go to sleep and he’s up.
What the hell?
I have a sneaking suspicion that if I had been in bed and trying to sleep the whole time that Ollie would have woken up like twelve times.
I’m not off to shower and then I’m going to Barnes and Noble and leaving the kids with Tucker.
That grey sky is making today the perfect writing day and I can’t concentrate with two small humans pulling on my toes and kicking me in the shins.