Last night I couldn't get to sleep. Even though I was really tired, my brain refused to shut off. I kept thinking about my novel and my big plot problem.
I ran scenarios through my mind, rejecting each one out of turn. I closed my eyes and just lay there. And then...BAM. There it was. The solution.
Part of me said, "Don't worry about writing it down. You'll remember it in the morning. How could you forget such a brilliant idea?"
Luckily, I didn't listen. Instead, I pulled out my journal and pen that I keep on my nightstand for such purposes and scribbled down my notes. Whether or not they are legible is another question altogether.
I didn't get any other writing done last night. The old stomach was acting up again and I didn't have the stamina to do anything other than lay down and groan. I'm hoping not to have a repeat tonight.
But it's Friday! And that is cause enough for rejoice!
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