Everything is better when you are awake.
I was so sleepy last night after a day of running, running, running AND I insisted I complete my entry for Art Every Day month. It was only the first day. I simply had to complete the art I started.
This morning I popped out of bed to check my blog posting, because I had a vague recollection of chaos on the page.
Sure enough, there it was: unintelligible writing and then asking the ridiculous in context question, “I hope I am making sense…”
I have been known to have conversations while falling asleep. This is the first time I have typed while asleep and then, published while asleep.
I revised what I wrote. I republished the blog entry, praying not too many people saw it. I wondered how I might, somehow, someday soon, make this funny.
Cue the film noir music, please before I share one of the more coherent sentences I wrote while falling asleep at the keyboard.
I also knew I wanted to emphasize the concrete jungle of the city before that same gang had a chance to take center stage.
I wrote some gobbledy gook about my sister’s family, but I deleted in frightened disgust before I thought this monumental moment might be worthy of saving.
Meanwhile, even the art I completed late in the night looks better now, that it has dried more and taken on a flatter rather than curved shape.
And now it is time for my writing group to start, so I need to post this latest chapter in my adventure and move along to my next thing.
I know at least Emma is relieved. *Laughter*
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