In its early stages, insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge. ~Colette
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I have chat hangover.
We had SO much fun at the chat -- I've never had hours pass so quickly. But, holy moly, the craziness!
Then, last night when we were finally officially done, and I closed the computer and crawled to bed, I could NOT get to sleep. I laid there. And laid there. And laid there.
I thought about my WIPs...
Should I add the new character to Stiller Creek, and what do I really know about police departments and forensics and crime? Maybe I should just trash the whole thing? Maybe I shouldn't have the hero be a cop? Maybe the original bad guy shouldn't be bad... but then, how does that affect the ending?
Should I get back to writing "A Jewel for Geoff"? What if Geoff leaves the law firm where he works and goes out on his own? Then how would I include info about Liv? Would he do something like that? What if he quits law altogether and does something completely different? How would that impact the story?
In "Playing House", maybe I should change the story back to where my hero isn't engaged to someone else when the story starts. Maybe he should only be dating Audree. This story is actually finished, so do I really want to change an integral plot point and then have to completely rewrite the entire thing?
What about Camilla? Is there a way I can have Jed have to live in her place without wounding him, since that's what hangs me up?
... for two hours I thought about this stuff. Mulled it over. Felt like I should get up and write things down. My brain was a ping-pong ball, all over the place.
Finally, though, I crashed. Yay.
And then woke up at 3 a.m.
Yes, really. I laid in bed for an hour, certain I would get back to sleep, but the brain was awake again and singing to me. Yes, I had a song in my head ("Who Says You Can't Go Home" by Jon Bon Jovi and Jennifer Nettles, and no I don't know why) and it repeated until I thought I'd scream.
I got up. It wasn't like I didn't have work to do.
But... dear heavens I am tired.
How was your weekend?
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