Last night I finished a chapter about ten and thought okay I’m done writing but I’m not tired enough to go to sleep. I grabbed the book I was reading and curled up in my recliner. Three hours later I finish the book and decide okay it would be best to go to bed.
I lay there in bed waiting for sleep to overcome me. I’ve been awake a long time afterall and I should be able to drop off right? I mean I had a full day yesterday. I wrote for a while, did Vicki’s taxes, talked to Gin and Stephanie, watched tv, hung out with Ken, finished reading a book. I should be tired right?
Nope. I lay in bed with my eyes closed. I shifted positions trying to find a comfortable position and about the time I would start to drift off then the next scene in my manuscript started to play. The good thing about this is that I’ll be able to write it fairly easily because it is in my head what will happen and how.
I wanted to be up early so I could spend the whole day with Ken. It’s his birthday and I wanted to be up early so we could sit and talk or watch a movie or whatever. Nope – I finally fell asleep about 4 am and slept late.
I appreciate the inspiration I’m getting to write this epic manuscript but at some point I would really like to sleep normally. As a writer I may have to give up that desire because I have the feeling my muse is going to be as inconvenient as my guides…