Revisions are getting in the way of my sleep.
Nothing should get in the way of my sleep.
God sent me babies who slept many hours at night, because He knows this about me: I need to sleep at night.
But last night, after a late, late night of Colin Firth, I was antsy, so I read for a while. I finished the book (Catalyst, by Laurie Halse Anderson – 3 stars) and it was many hours past late. Then I tossed. And I rolled. And I pondered. This is all very unusual. There are few nights that I don’t sleep like I mean it. I am very good at sleeping.
And the few times during the night that I recognized that I was sleeping or dreaming, my subconscious inserted scenes from my WIP that I hate, or that my critiquers questioned. Yes, dears, I was “dreaming” revisions.
CURSES!
Writing is fun. It is wonderful. It is a great gift. But it is for waking hours. See, this is different than dreaming characters who, upon my waking, fill pages with bestselling adventure series. This isn’t dreaming, really. This is working in my sleep. And that is simply not fair.
And I am a firm believer in Fair.
So, I’m up and doing, putting those wrinkly scenes and lines to the press, getting them smoothed out so that tonight (or at noon today) I will get into my bed and sleep the sleep of the just. At least until I recognize some new wrinkle.
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Yeah, not a fan of that. Although, I experience this weird phenomenon sometimes where the idea for my next mss comes to me just as I'm falling asleep and I have to write it down. That's okay, I guess.
Yeah, not a fan of that. Although, I experience this weird phenomenon sometimes where the idea for my next mss comes to me just as I'm falling asleep and I have to write it down. That's okay, I guess.
I hate that. I once dreamed that I got up and exercised for the day. Then my alarm went off and I had to do it all over again. *sigh*
I hate that. I once dreamed that I got up and exercised for the day. Then my alarm went off and I had to do it all over again. *sigh*
Everything comes to me just as I'm falling asleep. The best stuff happens when I drag my sleepy tail out of bed and pound it out.
Everything comes to me just as I'm falling asleep. The best stuff happens when I drag my sleepy tail out of bed and pound it out.
Oh now that is just Wrong with a capital W! I'm all about the sleep as well, and things that mess with it get given the Scowl of Doom (which, admittedly, I'm told just makes me look like I feel seasick, but still, Scowl of Doom!!).
Hope everything smooths out soonly!
Oh now that is just Wrong with a capital W! I'm all about the sleep as well, and things that mess with it get given the Scowl of Doom (which, admittedly, I'm told just makes me look like I feel seasick, but still, Scowl of Doom!!).
Hope everything smooths out soonly!
You're right – writing is fun. But as a writer, I can assure you that inspiration does come to you at odd hours. Welcome it.
One day I'll tell you about how I thought of the perfect ending for a novel, then woke up the next morning and had forgotten it all.
(Yes, it did come back later, and the novel is safely with my publishers!)
You're right – writing is fun. But as a writer, I can assure you that inspiration does come to you at odd hours. Welcome it.
One day I'll tell you about how I thought of the perfect ending for a novel, then woke up the next morning and had forgotten it all.
(Yes, it did come back later, and the novel is safely with my publishers!)