Since my late-night rambling appears to be so popular, I thought I’d share a couple other random late-night scrawlings for your reading amusement. These are a bit dated, but I happened to run across them late last night (or early this morning, however you want to look at it) during my bout of insomnia. And now, my sleep-deprived thoughts on a couple of my writing projects:
2/20
It’s late, nearly midnight, and I have to work in the morning. Everyone else is sleeping, warm and content in their beds, but not me. I’m sitting here, alone in the living room, wrapped up in my favorite blanket and wishing I hadn’t had that second liter of Dr. Pepper earlier. I’m wide awake, despite taking two muscle relaxers. Usually they knock me out, but not tonight. Tonight I feel compelled to write. I feel strangely adrift…
Suddenly they all died. The end. 