Who needs sleep?
Not me, apparently. As I wrap up the final chapters of The Tusks of Odoben, my story voices are chattering more frequently, waking me up at odd hours in the night. This morning my eyes popped open at 3:30 and I jumped out of bed to jot down a couple of lines. During the night my insomniac characters discovered a plot hole. But it was quickly filled up with a couple of red herrings. Whew!
I always start the morning off by jumping right into the story. Well, after my cup of coffee is brewed, poured, and steaming in front of me. My mind is at its freshest in the early morning. But after a few hours I grow weary and then I need to switch gears, so it's usually on to Goodreads where I can catch up with other authors and do a little networking.
By this time there's a dark ring around the inside of my coffee cup and my Siamese has taken over the California King. If I'm lucky I'll get a second wind and revisit the writing from the morning. But usually the only task my brain can handle is pressing the Channel Up button on the remote control.
Till next time, keep reading and writing (and listening to the wee small voices in the night).
I always start the morning off by jumping right into the story. Well, after my cup of coffee is brewed, poured, and steaming in front of me. My mind is at its freshest in the early morning. But after a few hours I grow weary and then I need to switch gears, so it's usually on to Goodreads where I can catch up with other authors and do a little networking.
By this time there's a dark ring around the inside of my coffee cup and my Siamese has taken over the California King. If I'm lucky I'll get a second wind and revisit the writing from the morning. But usually the only task my brain can handle is pressing the Channel Up button on the remote control.
Till next time, keep reading and writing (and listening to the wee small voices in the night).
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