I’m writing again. I spent my free time over the weekend,
what little there was, sitting at my computer and working on my sequel to TheSeduction of Esther. It was wonderful to get back to it and to feel free to dive
into my dream world for a bit, without fear that the real world would come
crashing down around me.
But it was also good for another reason. If I’m writing, it
means I’m dreaming again. I’m thinking about my characters before I drift off
to sleep, which is when I get most of my inspiration. I’m not waking up with a
pounding heart from stress dreams (although I admit I did dream my husband left
the dog in the garage all night—while we sometimes forget where she is since
she doesn’t bark, we’ve NEVER left her anywhere all night! Promise!).
Dreaming means I’m sleeping.
Yep, actually shutting my eyes and keeping them closed for multiple
hours at a time. I’m no longer waking to administer meds, being disturbed by
anyone entering to check vitals, or sleeping on uncomfortable sofas that really
weren’t ever meant to be sofa beds.
And sleeping means I can function the next day and use my
rest to gain perspective. It’s true, what they say about big things putting
life into perspective. I’m not stressing over the small stuff and I’m not even
rushing to get back into the small stuff. I don’t miss it and I don’t care
about it.
I’m thinking this might lead to some changes in my life in
the next few months so stay tuned. But in the meantime, I’m off to write!