Hooray for another sleepless night.
Any more, I have more sleepless nights than I do restful ones. It’s okay, it means I’ll get a few hours of work done that I need to do…as long as I’m lucid when I’m sleepless. I actually like when I’m not lucid and sleepless. Some of my best stories come out of being unable to shut my brain off. I’m also open to the more ridiculous ideas I have at that time, so, it seems, a little more inspired.
Dragons become more interesting when you think of them as sentient beings, so do plants. Nightmares that wake you up in a cold sweat make wonderful fertilizer for the next novel, and no idea is too ridiculous when you’re not lucid. Heck, there would be times I would pay someone for ideas I have when I can’t sleep…that is, if I can get past the annoyance of my brain not shutting off, of it telling me, “Oh! You have to hear this one!”. The other annoyance I have when I’m not quite lucid but still awake is that my brain has no attention span, and no short term or long term memory. Since starting this blog, I’ve created a minimum of 7 other blogs, I’ve searched 5 websites, posted something on Facebook, started another new blog that had me slightly nostalgic, and considered some story ideas, that, if I don’t write them down right away, I will lose them.
And, I’ve lost them.
I have spent three hours of my precious life going back and forth between changing clothes, considering story ideas, surfing the web, and attempting to soothe my brain long enough to go back to sleep. Will anything come of it? Maybe. Maybe not. What I’ll probably have to show for sleeplessness (again), are a few blogs that are not complete, maybe one that is, the feeling that I may have created something significant on paper or on screen, a lot of time that my lucid self would be screaming at the misuse of, and dark, dark circles under my eyes. Thank heaven for makeup.
Am I going to regret it? Probably not. I’ve spent more time on less fruitful adventures such as watching movies I wouldn’t care to ever watch again or, if I could go back in time, would not watch to start off with. Am I going to be a grouch today? Probably. Luckily, that will affect very few people because I don’t come into contact with a lot of people on a daily basis…one of the perks of being antisocial is that I only affect those I get close to, which turns out to be very few people. Will I learn anything from this endeavor? No, not really, but at least I can say I did something with my time.
Now, off to bed I go (again), to see if I can catch a few more hours of sleep before work.