I had a fantastic sleep Tuesday night, skipping training to go home (I'd have been in a bad way had I gone to training). Once home, I fed the cats as, still clothed, collapsed into bed. I promptly fell asleep. I woke at eleven at night, after a solid three and a half hours of sleep, and gave the cats some dry food so they wouldn't bother me the rest of the night, had a shower and collapsed back into bed for another, blissful seven hour sleep.
Over ten hours of sleep later, I woke up full of energy and ready for the day. The walk into work was great (except for the interesting encounter). I got into work.
And my brain went crazy.
So many stories bursting through so quickly... I struggled to keep up with it all. I decided to go with the loudest story of the day, which will be told in stage play format. I have already sketched out the first act. It was a frenzy of writing that I haven't had in quite a while.
Granted, it was mostly because I was so tired from a weekend of insomnia that I hadn't managed to write a single word all week.
Pro tip to all writers out there: Sleep. Seriously. It's incredible brain juice.
This weekend is a long one, it being Canada Day, and I will be with family doing awesome family stuff. I will also be doing a whole lot of sleeping. I want to come in on Monday as refreshed and inspired as I did yesterday.
I have a book to finish, and I'm deep in the sadness of it, so it's affecting me. I will need a lot of sleep to get through it!
Until then, I'm giving myself permission to goof off. It's the holidays after all.