*Yawn*

Brad came to visit for the week.  I love having him here.  He makes everything seem better, like nothing in life could bring me down.  I feel safe with him and he's such a loving big ol' teddy bear.  The sex is amazing and we get along like a house on fire.  Only one problem.  He has a diviated septum, which means he snores.  The more tired he is, the more he snores, which equals no sleep for me.  It's frustrating for a person who loves her sleep because not only do I have to get used to sleeping with some one else in the bed, I also have to listen to his snoring.  When I'm at his place, I just go into the next room and sleep there, but I only had the couch to depend on.  The last night he was here, I was so determined to sleep with him I just stuffed toilet paper in my ears, which seemed to work, strangely enough.
Now because of the lack of sleep I feel sick and it'll probably take me forever to recover from it!  Ah, well, if that's the price I must pay so be it.  I'll have to force myself to get used to it if we're gonna eventually move in together.
I gave Florence my new copies of my scenes.  I still hate the love scene but have started meditating on it.  I have to remember it's more about the emotion behind the act, rather than the act itself.  Thankfully, Brad gave me some idea as to what I should meditate on.  It'll probably take me the next week to write something half decent but maybe it'll be better than what I've been coming up with lately!
I asked a lady who is good at writing those sorts of scenes to help me with the terminology.  Hopefully, it'll turn out so I can move on to the next chapter.  I swear to God, when this is all over, I'm gonna just send it to a few agents just to see if I can get it published.  If not, I'll just put it up on Amazon for a couple of bucks, or whatever it is they charge to put an e-book on their site.  After all this work, no matter how crappy I think it is, I'm publishing it!