The output may be diverted into different pools lately, (you didn’t hear me say “Mulligan novel”,) but every day I still find myself staring at blank white space where 500-or-so words should be. Some days the fiction just flows, and some days it takes a little coaxing.
Sometimes, however, the flow happens suddenly at 1:32am, when I’m already half-asleep, and I have to convince myself to get out of bed to scratch out some notes.
The bed is so warm, and the room is so hushed, and surely I wouldn’t forget such a great idea?
Except, of course, that daylight always rinses my brain entirely clean, and by dawn I’ve generally not only forgotten the idea, but that I ever even had one.
So, two nights ago I dragged myself out of bed. I remembered that much because today, while locked in a staring contest with Google Docs, I recalled that I’d had some supposedly brilliant idea.
But what was it?
I genuinely can’t recall.
Yet, I won the battle that night, so I know that, within the notebook I can see on the table just in front of me, there are some jottings that may break this case wide open.
Or will the idea be dream-brained nonsense?
Let’s find out.
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First Impression: It’s a lot more text than I remember scribbling.
Second Impression: This is a pretty workable idea for an upcoming Urban Legend episode. Oddly enough, it’s very much inspired by straddling that borderland between being awake and asleep.
I guess we’ll be hearing from The Tiny Radio as soon as The Outsiders have finished getting into trouble.
(- and, frankly, I think I’ll also be a little more motivated to de-cozy myself the next time a late night idea strikes.)
