I found a Post-It note stuck to my alarm clock this morning.
Characters, scenarios, and thought fragments—all crowding one, obnoxiously bright square. The words were a strained imitation of my familiar scrawl, but I felt like I’d seen them before. Had I…?
I snatched the note up, barely stifling a yawn as I read the words aloud.
I’d awoken to an influx of writing mojo in the middle of the night again. This time, I must’ve been coherent enough to take notes. Helpful? Yes. Disturbing? Absolutely.
Are you guilty of letting your writing interfere with your sleep? ;)
P.S. Sorry for the quick post. Blame Game #1 of the Stanley Cup Final!