Owl-eyed

Jun 10, 2016 06:48

I was JUST drifting off to sleep again last night when a quake struck. It was only a five, but fives can be precursors, and so I ripped out of bed to find out where it was, etc. Finally fell back to sleep at five for an hour, but that entire hour I was doing pre-writing, which is something that's been happening in, oh, about the last six months or so.

I seldom sleep through the night; hot flashes, noises, the dog jumping up and down, doors shutting--mostly hot flashes, but I long ago learned to live with it since there's nothing to be done except throw off the covers and face the fan that I have blowing on me all night.

But now and then I drop into this state where I pre-write stuff. Weird brains.

millstones of mediocrity, writers are weird

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