From the Archives: Partying in the Bedroom

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Once the bed is made, thoughts or dreams from the night before usually disappear into the fabric of a new day. But not always. The following account comes from my 2008 archives.

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By 2:00 a.m. last night (technically, I guess it was this morning) I was ready to evict everyone. Some time prior to midnight characters from my novels had decided to gather at the foot of my bed and challenge my right to go to sleep.

Normally such nightly encounters are welcome. The twilight zone between yawning and oblivion is often my mind’s most productive time. As the day’s memories slip away they are replaced with solutions to story telling dilemmas that eluded me during an earlier writing session. Conversations with my characters are not unusual. It is in those not-quite-asleep-yet moments that just the right words jump into my unfettered brain.

What was distressing about last night’s group was that they weren’t the characters from only my current w.i.p. (work in progress), but also from the previous book. Granted, some of them appear in both, but their stories are not connected and last night’s dialogues won’t fit into either plot. It was a useless waste of my mental energy. I would rather have been sleeping, but the unruly guests wouldn’t go home.

We were out for dinner during the evening. Maybe I drank too much coffee? (Or not enough wine?)

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4 thoughts on “From the Archives: Partying in the Bedroom

  1. I’m thinking not enough wine. Apparently, too much coffee kills off brain cells. Or have I got that backwards? Which reminds me, who came up with the saying, “No rest for the wicked.”?

    • Carol says:

      Heh! I drink way more coffee than wine, so I hope you’re wrong. And apparently that saying comes from the Bible: Isaiah 57:20-21. But the wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt. “There is no peace,” says my God, “to the wicked.” 🙂

  2. Laura Best says:

    It’s amazing when those character decide to show up when they do. It seems we’re at their mercy. It doesn’t always make sense, though. I suppose there is a reason for their visits, not that we always find out what that reason is. 🙂

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