One of the reasons I believe artists never actually sleep is because of that little voice inside of our heads that attacks in the middle of the night. 3am, 5am, 7am….it doesn’t care. When an idea strikes, it just has to interrupt your sleep. Never mind that I have a cold and need my sleep so I can wake up and work on my thesis before next class, just help yourself to my sleep bank, muse. Just make my day.
There are some times when I do enjoy my night escapades though. This morning I was having the best lucid dream I’ve had in a long time. I finally managed to tie up all the loose ends in my novel I’ve been trying to write since high school. Although…..now I can’t use the excuse that I don’t have an ending…….
Better start getting the ball rolling again and put those 100 pages of writing to completion.