Scene: Writer is sitting at computer, working on in-progress novel.
Rising Action: Said writer decides to go online to research a portion of the history.
Climax, and also falling action: The research continues for two hours, as said writer finds so many interesting facts, contradictory issues, and related stories.
Conclusion: Writer is tired of sitting at the computer. Calls it a day after only writing two paragraphs on novel.
This was yesterday. Hopefully, it will not be today.
If any of you have any helpful tips to avoid these research rabbit holes, I am all ears.
If you had access to a reliable time machine, to what time in history would you transport yourself? Vote in the poll below but wait a few moments for it to load. It is taking WordPress a bit of time to load the polls for some reason. Feel free to explain your choice in the comments also. Could make for some interesting discussion. 🙂 Love, Lisa
All is quiet. You are sitting there, minding your own business. Suddenly, with very little or no warning, you feel it. It rises up inside you like with a tidal wave of force, no holding it back. Your eyes close unbiddenly. You are sneezing, and there is no way around it.
Why am I writing about sneezes, you ask, and rightly so? The two giant sneezes I had at 11:30 PM last night, after I had been sleeping for an hour. They came on for no apparent reason and sat me straight up in bed. The two giant sneezes my husband had this morning as he made his breakfast, also no apparent reason. This got us talking about sneezes, their power, their slight terror, the weirdness and yet great efficiency they have.
As He designed us, God must have been thinking of how to get rid of foreign objects that happened to come our way. And He came up with a sneeze. Brilliant. I love it. There are so many bizarre and wonderful things God has created. Long giraffe necks, chameleons that change color, prickly squash to keep pests away.
If you are brave, take the survey below. There are all kinds of sneezers out there…..my husband and I are definitely the loud and scary kind.
She lay blissfully dreaming, sleeping, resting……..until she wasn’t.
Knowing she had overslept as soon as she opened her eyes, she sat straight up in bed, heart pounding, feeling a bit of panic.
Quick shower, no breakfast, no tea before carpool duty.
Yep….that was my morning. And now I am throwing all caution to the wind and writing before my normal time. Just to do it. Here are my observations as I have progressed through the morning thus far:
Morning routines bring an amazing amount of comfort. Even though I am always saying that I need something new, something to change, that evidently does not apply to the morning. When I am sleepy and groggy, those little routines give a very needed propelling boost.
Without the morning routines, I stand for long moments, wondering what I am doing next. I found myself just staring at my boots this morning, not sure whether to put them on or not. When I got home from dropping my daughter at school, I ate my omelet, am currently drinking my tea. But they really don’t have the same kick they would have had earlier. Why is that? Because I am already up, forced into activity? Ahhh, the many questions of life. lol
I don’t need to do all the things I think I need to do in order to get out the door. No, I don’t need to brush my teeth, fix my sopping wet hair, drink my tea. But those small creature comforts sure do add to the morning, I must say. I felt slightly neanderthal this morning as I drove down the road. I guess it is a relief to know that if there was a giant black bear pounding his way into my home in the early morning, I could get out of the door without a long leisurely shower. 🙂
I think differently on an oversleeping morning. I feel as if I am playing catch-up to get things done, although in actuality, everything is pretty much done that needs doing. But I can’t shake that first feeling of “I’m late! I’m late!”
Anyway, there you have another one of my lists. I promise not to make this a habit. Somehow, it has helped to just observe the morning instead of feeling the morning with no words.
So, all you writers out there, take heart! Your words matter! Oh my…..I am very weird this morning. I suppose that is a side effect of oversleeping as well.
Write and let me know your best and most entertaining oversleeping story.
Have a great morning drinking your tea, your coffee, reading or writing your words,
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