Facepalm
With the long rehearsal yesterday, and the same tomorrow, I wanted to go to bed early so I could get plenty of sleep.
Knee starts hurting as always. I put painkiller gel on it. It quiets down. I am almost asleep ...
... and my brain decided to start dumping out stuff for my YT pinch hit. The one I hadn't started yet, the one I was stalled on, the one I was considering defaulting on so that someone else could pick it up. And so I wrote on my iPad, knowing that I wouldn't remember it in the morning, and each time I stopped and closed my eyes my brain would go "oh and then this--"
1am and 1500 words later, the story is about 85% written and I am going to be sooooo dead by tomorrow night.
Don't get me wrong, I love having my creativity back, but aaaargh why now
Knee starts hurting as always. I put painkiller gel on it. It quiets down. I am almost asleep ...
... and my brain decided to start dumping out stuff for my YT pinch hit. The one I hadn't started yet, the one I was stalled on, the one I was considering defaulting on so that someone else could pick it up. And so I wrote on my iPad, knowing that I wouldn't remember it in the morning, and each time I stopped and closed my eyes my brain would go "oh and then this--"
1am and 1500 words later, the story is about 85% written and I am going to be sooooo dead by tomorrow night.
Don't get me wrong, I love having my creativity back, but aaaargh why now