Middle of the Night…

I’ve been awake in bed, long after everyone else has fallen asleep, and my mind won’t stop turning. It is a good thing the kids are home from school tomorrow, which means I do not have to work outside the home. I would be a mess all day at the office, otherwise.

I’m lying here, with the white noise of the electric heater to keep me company and my mind from drifting in directions I don’t want it to go while I’m writing. Dead silence is the absolute worse for creativity — at least for me. And right now, while my eyes are sleepy, but my mind is not, I need that white noise to keep the words flowing and my mind from wandering. I worry a lot. I wonder where I get it from, this mind that never shuts off. I am pretty sure it’s not inherited from my parents.

I’ve been heavily writing this next book and finally, things have clicked into place. Of course, I had to let go of the rigid outline I had written up. Apparently, my characters don’t care for rules any more than I do. It’s funny how sometimes once you let go and give a little leash, things finally take off.

I suppose I better get back at it. I’ve only got a little ways to go before I can ship it off to my editor and find out what holes there might be, or what I need to do to get it into my readers’ hands before the end of the year. It’s an exciting thought for the  middle of the night…