As soon as puberty hit, insomnia invited itself in.
Since I always loved reading and writing, I welcomed the sleepless nights with open arms.
A couple of decades later, I tend to be more on the « not again » side of the spectrum.
What can I say, mamas in their 35 to 44 years old get tired!
Now it’s time for the very much anticipated cliché: but then.
But then, last night, oh dear, oh dear, I pieced all the pieces of the current writing project together.
It did take some three hours plus many more minutes, and today, day job will be haaard. Nevertheless, it was Oh So Worth It.
The whole current writing project was… sort of… sorted out?!
Characters, timeline, worldbuilding, the why’s of this and the deep end of that.
If my pj’s came with suspenders, and if I was wearing them, I would proudly put my thumbs behind them. Maybe even give them a happy snappy pull!
Now, time for another mug of tea. Strong tea.
I hope those words find you safe and well.
May all the good words flow your way!
Une réflexion sur “Day 170: Dear Insomnia”
Enjoy your tea, and your writing! 🍵
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