Another night of rough sleep.
Rough as in I roughly got…none.
I would just begin to drift when a character I am writing pokes me in the brain and says, “Hey…hey…what if…” I would wake enough to imagine the scene and decide it was cool and drift yet again.
Enter sub-character number three. He wants to be a main character, so I get poked in the brain, again. “Hey…pssst…I know you are trying to sleep, but I was thinking I could…blah, blah, blah…and become a spin-off character…blah blah blah.” Nope. Not a strong enough character to pull that off, but it kept me awake for 45 mins thinking it through. Thanks, dick.
This has been three nights in a row and when I fall out of bed in the morning I CAN’T REMEMBER ANY OF THE PLOT LINES! This, among many other reasons, is why plot bunnies suck. You get a glimpse of the fuzzy little creature, you might even get to pet it, but then it is gone in a flash. Leaving you to stare at its ass as it disappears forever.
The little suckers love to compete with the lovely sheep I have been watching jump fences so I can fall asleep. They bounce their happy little asses up and down making me lose count and drawing my focus away from the fact that I haven’t gotten more than 4 hours of sleep, in a row, for THREE DAYS!
Maybe I need to remind the little bastards that I like rabbit…stew.
Now, what was I gonna write about again? Crap.
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Find joy. Be joy. Enjoy.