I don’t feel like writing, but I’m going to anyway. This might have something to do with the fact that I was curled up on the sofa “watching” TV until 5:30 this morning. I ended up going to bed with a headache and endured a further half hour of hallucinations because I was exhausted – I saw a semi-translucent spider hanging above my head and my husband’s dressing gown started moving of it’s own accord, which I can assure you is not as entertaining as it sounds. When I closed my eyes I saw shapes and colours that made no sense and every little sound was a mini explosion in my brain. I’m not crazy, at least not in a clinical sense; I suffer with insomnia and have difficulty falling and staying alseep. It’s been a long time since I had a full night of unbroken, quality slumber and when you don’t have it regularly it becomes the holy grail.
Fatigue affects your brain in the most bizarre ways. I haven’t found a way to harness the side effects of fatigue and I’ve yet to see the benefits of insomnia, other than more time to write. Mostly a bad night puts me off my game for a couple of days and I find myself becoming resentful of the writing process. But I know if I stop writing it will be so much harder to initiate the process when I do feel up to it. The result is rarely award winning and sometimes my ramblings make no sense, but I keep writing to keep the creative joints moving.