I woke up at 3:30 a.m.. Apparently, my brain believed that 4 hours of sleep was plenty before proceeding to remind me that I’d planned to outline the next book today.
Oh yeah! The new book (aka Lilah and Jack’s story)! I’ve already fallen in love with these characters and can’t wait to get started. So, I mulled over the meet cute for a while until I felt like I might be able to drift back into sleep… which happened about 30 seconds before the alarm went off.
Then, like a zombie, I walked across the hall to wake up DS 2.0, only to have him mumble a reminder about “late start Mondays.”
Oh yeah! Monday start time is nearly an hour later than the rest of the week. So I went back to bed… but my brain had reengaged and was too excited about everything to sleep.
Now, here I sit with an extra large mug of tea, the motor skills of a zombie, while yawning like a guppy out of water. Yet, my brain is ready to split the atom. I’m afraid to think of what will happen when it finally realizes how tired we are.
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