I’m in bed. Almost asleep. My body is exhausted. My brain fried. Been a long day and I’m TIRED. But I’m letting it all go. Breathing slow and deep. Melting into the mattress, sinking into the pillow. Slipping into the sweet surrender of total relaxation
And it feels soooo good.
I’m so close to almost asleep I might even be asleep.
And then…The. Stories. Come…. Ideas. Sheer brilliance, BRILLIANCE I tell you, as sentences write themselves. Twenty-four caret gold sentences dripping with gemstones of pure genius. And I think hot damn, I AM a writer. And I’m such a GREAT writer, I will remember this in the morning. Word for word.
Yes, I will…
Umm…you see where this is going, don’t you?
Uh-huh…a post so glorious, so stupendous, you would’ve dropped to your knees in awe. You would’ve (rightfully) annointed me the Queen O’ Blogland. You would’ve heaped upon me cyber praise which I would’ve graciously accepted.
Because it was that good. You’ll have to trust me.
And next time I’ll write it down.
I brings to mind the video in out BBTL class. Tell your muse to come back when you are not so tired!
Hi Patti! Ah, da muse…likes to surprise me at the most inopportune moments. We have to work out some sort of arrangement, really. HA–as if she’ll listen to me!
Hi Susan. I know exactly what you mean. Your post made my laugh though, and that is good bliss!~Nancy
Don’t you just KNOW it, Nancy! I was so tempted to get up and write but…the bed was too tempting…
haha….I can so relate:)
and sometimes if I grab a pencil and
have a go(too tired to turn on light)
the garble is even worth saving,
well, bits of it, anyway.
hope your dreams were sweet:)
-Jennifer
I found you Jennifer. YAY!!! Comment fairy put you in SPAM. SPAM?There’s a Monty Python sketch in there somewhere.
Ah yes, about writing it down…if I don’t turn on the light it’s totally illegible the next day. The decision to turn on the light is the decision to WAKE UP. Ad I so didn’t want to do that…
Yes BIG laugh OUT LOUD I did… especially as I am sitting here and the clock is exactly on midnight right NOW – I’m imagining a big old fat cuckoo popping out announcing the hour…..and bed is calling as is writing…
YES horror of all horrors for me is writing the story of the day/hour/week/month/…..decade!….you get the idea….in my head – and then I go to write it and – what story?
It’s times like this I need to remember where I’ve put my magic wand – haha 🙂
I so LOVE your sense of play ♥ ♥ ♥ and your prodigious talent♥ Much LOVE & admiration, Susie FGM♥
Bed is where I’m going zzzzzzzzzz and I’m not going to think!
Ahhh…bed is NOT for THINKING, Susie!