I find it so strange that after a sleepless night, the idea hose in my brain just sort of explodes. Anna decided once again that sleep is for the week, and since I was awake anyway (work related crapola) I decided to be a good husband and take a turn. J had stayed up the night before and I want to do my part.
Little did I know she’d be up until this morning. It was a rough night. I love my child, but her sense of timing is incredible.
I can’t take the day off, so I’m loading up on caffeine and preparing the best I can for meetings and the story ideas just won’t stop popping into my head. I wish some of them would help with, oh I don’t know – my current assignment – but I won’t turn away an idea just because I can’t use it yet.
It’s very sad that I won’t get much writing done today. By the time I can sit down and type something, it will be much later and I will be too punchy to focus.
I’m taking notes instead, for when I can write later.
The Basement Office 