Well, the last few hours anyway. I lay there in bed thinking of the current manuscript I’m sending through my critique group. It’s a manuscript I’ve been working on for a while, a story that I really really love. I have a big element that I need to take out (and it’s been like surgery to remove the bits and pieces that no longer work) and now I need to transplant the new sections.
It’s kept me awake since about 3am. Finally around 5:30 I gave in and came downstairs. Who needs sleep anyway?
How many writers get up at odd hours, either when they have a problem with their story they’re trying to work through and sleep is evasive, or if they’re woken up with a brilliant plot twist or line of dialogue. Would you rather stay in your warm and cozy bed and try to get a few more hours or get right down to that keyboard before the idea is gone?
So, here I am, awake, wishing I had a big, steaming cup of black coffee, about to open the document up and try to figure out how to seamlessly add in the new plot element.
GOOD MORNING WORLD!