Bleary-eyed Outlining

Every year I tell myself I'm not staying up to watch all of the Oscars, and every year I end up ignoring that statement on the day the year comes. It's the only award show I still watch, although admittedly I always check out the red carpet of most of the other ones. After all, I need to determine which designer I like best so that it'll be a much easier pick when I am nominated for best adapted screenplay--oops--oh wait, there goes my fantasy life spilling over onto the blog pages again...

Anyway, needless to say, I am dragging my butt this morning, and it didn't help I spent the night having this strange dream where my parents were renovating a house that looked like the private waiting room in some airport. The lounge/house was packed with my brother, sister, niece and nephews, best friend, Mom and a few other kids I didn't recognize. When I asked my nephew, who turns four this coming weekend, if I could get one of the newly renovated rooms he said that no, that wouldn't work, put on this toy phone set earpiece and pretended to book me a room at a hotel, the entire time referring to me as Mrs. Tinsley. The whole thing was so bizarre I was actually laughing as I woke up.

But today, despite my bleary-eyed brain numbness, I need to finish working on my outline so I can get things straightened out and in order for the last third of my book. I think I need to print off what I have done so far and read through as well to see how it is all gelling together. Now...if only I can keep my eyes open, I'll be all set.