Yep. That’s me right about now.
I feel like I fell off the WP wheel of the world for a few days. It has been a RIOTOUS week/weekend that wasn’t/beginning of the work week.
I was out of town all weekend, driving all over the southeastern side of the state, planning and executing a bridal shower, going to my parents’ for Mother’s Day, and driving home to an apartment that has seen the seedy underbelly of an insane schedule.
I didn’t sleep well at all (I never do when I’m anywhere but my own bed), so, naturally, I assumed I’d fall into bed and pass out for a good, solid 8 hours of noggin-resting.
Nope, Nope, Nope!
At about midnight last night, my latent and recently lazy muse decided to come fully awake with the ideas and creative juices that have been sorely lacking in the last couple of weeks.
My muse is a masochist, I swear.
I couldn’t shut my brain up, and I almost cried from sheer exhaustion.
I guess there’s nothing like utter physical and mental burnout as a catalyst for some of the most important backstory and plotting I’ve had in the last few months.
Needless to say, I’m drunk on lack of sleep. And acting loopy.
Wait… that’s just a normal day for me. Hmm…
What do you do when your muse deprives you of necessary sleep? I told mine to shut up and wait until morning. And she did.
Man, I didn’t think she was that biddable. Take that, Mildred!