Some times I wake up in the middle of the night and just wonder what is going on anyway. You should know that in the middle of the night I come up with some brilliant ideas. I even amaze myself at the simple solutions I find to the world problems. I have written several best seller books in the wee wee hours and blog ideas are so easy at 2:30 in the morning. My mind is clear and alert and my fingers itch to start typing, but I control myself. I know if I start my day at 2:30 AM I am going to be dozing off at 1:30 PM and I will be headed for bed about 6 which is not acceptable to the real world.
And isn't it then amazing that when I do click on the writing page, my mind is just as blank as that sheet of paper. What happened to all the things I came up with when I should have been sleeping? Now I know that I am supposed to jot down notes when I wake up like that, but I have tried that. The next morning I read something I have written and wonder what in the hell I was smoking. "Rodeo, mules, ostrich, breakfast." I am sure in my sleep induced stupor that made good sense, but in the clear light of morning, it is sheer jibberish. I even tried the voice activated tape recorder, but by the time I had a brilliant thought, the batteries were dead. So I have come to this conclusion: My batteries may be dead.
If I could be the witty, animated person that I am in the middle of the night in the cold hard light of day, I would be a millionaire and everything I wrote would fly off the shelves. I have come to one conclusion; there is someone else living in my head along with me. I know this because I can be talking to someone and looking them right in the eye and listen as they reply, but my mind has gone off to what I need to get at the store, or something that needs done across town. This scares me. Today I was reading the Bible reading at church and at the same time I was trimming the tree by the goose house. Planned every cut, ended the reading, went and set down and baked banana bread in my head.
Before you laugh, I want to tell you that it is scary being me. I just wonder if any one else has this problem. You can tell me, because I won't remember it when I blink my eyes.
And isn't it then amazing that when I do click on the writing page, my mind is just as blank as that sheet of paper. What happened to all the things I came up with when I should have been sleeping? Now I know that I am supposed to jot down notes when I wake up like that, but I have tried that. The next morning I read something I have written and wonder what in the hell I was smoking. "Rodeo, mules, ostrich, breakfast." I am sure in my sleep induced stupor that made good sense, but in the clear light of morning, it is sheer jibberish. I even tried the voice activated tape recorder, but by the time I had a brilliant thought, the batteries were dead. So I have come to this conclusion: My batteries may be dead.
If I could be the witty, animated person that I am in the middle of the night in the cold hard light of day, I would be a millionaire and everything I wrote would fly off the shelves. I have come to one conclusion; there is someone else living in my head along with me. I know this because I can be talking to someone and looking them right in the eye and listen as they reply, but my mind has gone off to what I need to get at the store, or something that needs done across town. This scares me. Today I was reading the Bible reading at church and at the same time I was trimming the tree by the goose house. Planned every cut, ended the reading, went and set down and baked banana bread in my head.
Before you laugh, I want to tell you that it is scary being me. I just wonder if any one else has this problem. You can tell me, because I won't remember it when I blink my eyes.
