Then in the middle of my emotional "weather related" trauma, a new story begged to be born.
“It’s too late for this,” I think, because I don't speak at 3 a.m. "I'm warm under my quilts and covers."
The story teased on and then insisted. My iPad was on the nightstand, but instead of grabbing it, I turned on my bedside lamp, fished out post-its and a pen from the drawer and scribbled down the ideas being tossed my way.
The story wasn't my usual slightly grim-disturbed story that hovers in the back of my unhinged mind. No. This was a “life” story with humor. Potential comedy.Even though it's difficult to release a chuckle at 3 a.m., I did. BTW, laughter at 3 a.m. sounds like coughing.
Do you entertain story ideas in the middle of the night? What about to-do lists that wake you? Characters that need to be drawn?