I woke up this morning with the vague sense that I had never gone to sleep. I believe I wrote all night long. Every time I roused to roll over, I realized I was looking at words forming on my computer screen. I pulled up Word first thing this morning, just to make sure I hadn’t been Sleepwriting! Unfortunately, no. I’ll have to do it while awake. But “there’s the rub …”
I’ve long noticed that I write best in the early morning, which has always confounded me because I’m not really awake until at least three hours after I get out of bed. Finally, this morning I got an incredible insight—and please don’t anyone comment with a “DUH!” The reason I write better when I’m still groggy is because it’s only my LEFT brain that’s still asleep. My RIGHT brain is busy typing out all the lovely lines it composed during the night, without the left brain challenging every word.
Now I say, “Ah ha! No wonder many of my stories grow out of dreams.” The right brain never sleeps. That’s why we dream … why we have to dream. I know there are those who teach that we can control our dreams, direct them. I’ve tried for various reasons throughout the years, but so far, without success. I could certainly use that power now, though because I’ve hit a roadblock.
I’m supposed to be pulling together all the bits and pieces I’ve written for Part III of my current work, but this is Renee’s story and she’s balking. I don’t think she approves of my plans for the end of this novel. I hope it’s only a minor objection, but I don’t know to what yet. So I wait. Maybe tonight, while I dream, it will all become clear.*
*I wanted to quote Hamlet again—“To sleep, perchance to dream …” but I’m not suicidal. 🙂