On Friday, I came down with the cold that was being passed around my family. Friday night was horrible, with the baby (probably because of his sniffle) waking up several times. At one point, I woke up so tired and disoriented, it took me a while to get him and start calming him down. While I held him, it seemed to me to be a matter of great urgency and necessity to sound out CVC words in my head, like “cat” and “men” and “hit”.
Then yesterday, while laying down for a nap with the baby, I started off with a ‘What if….?” and wrote a large chunk of a short story in my head. The muse always does this; coming up with short stories when I am unable to actually write them down–when I”m sick, when I’m supposed to be sleeping, when I’m showering. What I need is a thought transmitter implanted in my brain. And a wireless thought receiver plugged into my laptop. And a program that decodes thoughts into words.
Thankfully, I am better–and saner–today.
How was your weekend?