Midnight....
Jun. 12th, 2009 12:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vdanskThe rain is coming down like Armageddon. The call I was waiting for from the hospital has come, and the replacement story I wrote for my homework assignment is finished and 999 words long. I've formatted the new story, and the old story, and checked my email. And my brain says "sleep? What's that? Something for wimps?"
I'm on Prednisone. I'm also on call, so no Benadryl or similar to sleep. I've satisfied the creative urges with a mere 3 hours of writing. I really wish I was tired....
Too many projects right now. Four Pern stories in progress, a prophecy Novella (currently about 50,000 words) with Samarra, a post-prophecy murder mystery aka CSI:Mattingsly aka Alethia's version of Guess Who's Coming to Dinner, the long rewrite I want to do of my less than successful first Assignment 2 story....
My writing class has all these suggestions for generating ideas. I don't need more ideas. My idea of Hell is a place where I'm constantly coming up with ideas, but never have any time to write any of them. (Oh, wait--isn't that...NOW?)
On a brighter note: Mom's wheelchair should be arriving tomorrow, so I'll be able to take her out of the house when the rain stops. I'm worried about her being stuck on one floor in one house for these 2 1/2 weeks.
I'll try to sleep. Soon. Really.
I'm on Prednisone. I'm also on call, so no Benadryl or similar to sleep. I've satisfied the creative urges with a mere 3 hours of writing. I really wish I was tired....
Too many projects right now. Four Pern stories in progress, a prophecy Novella (currently about 50,000 words) with Samarra, a post-prophecy murder mystery aka CSI:Mattingsly aka Alethia's version of Guess Who's Coming to Dinner, the long rewrite I want to do of my less than successful first Assignment 2 story....
My writing class has all these suggestions for generating ideas. I don't need more ideas. My idea of Hell is a place where I'm constantly coming up with ideas, but never have any time to write any of them. (Oh, wait--isn't that...NOW?)
On a brighter note: Mom's wheelchair should be arriving tomorrow, so I'll be able to take her out of the house when the rain stops. I'm worried about her being stuck on one floor in one house for these 2 1/2 weeks.
I'll try to sleep. Soon. Really.
