I’ve had a serious bout of insomnia for nearly two weeks now, and a few nights ago I decided I was done lying there staring at the wall and thinking about how I needed to go back to sleep, I’d get up and write.
It’s been very oddly productive. I’m getting tons done. I’m sleep-deprived as hell and nodding off at my desk around 3pm, but by God, I’m getting writing done.
J.K. Rowling once gave the advice of writing in every quiet moment you can find, and as a single working mom, I don’t get a lot of those. In the still, silent hours of the night, my brain is churning out all sorts of wonderful stuff.
I don’t know how long I can keep this going or even if I should since it’ll be affecting my performance at the day job sooner or later, but for now, it’s working.
I’m going with it.