Wakin' World

So this is comfortable insomnia. I used to get this when I was about 19, and still living at home. I'd go to bed at nine in the evening, wake up again at a bit after midnight, write until three, and then go back to bed until nine again. Nine hours sleep a night, plus the peace and quiet and good writing you can get in at that hour. I've had so much sleep from being ill there that I'm feeling restored in about five hundred different ways, and I'm happy not to be asleep, because if I was asleep, I wouldn't have done the chunk of really damn-good plot writing I just did. Nobody will see it for about a year, of course, because that's the way I write plots, but when it surfaces, it'll be beautiful. And now I have some hot chocolate, or a close substitute anyway (an instant, made with water - you can add milk, but there's only a tiny bit left, and I'd feel bad about using that). And I'm still not tired, so I figure I'll do some more editing on the OU essay I wrote today, and maybe write some more game stuff, and then wander back to bed. I'm so productive I even made my lunch for tomorrow, and put it in the fridge, where I shall doubtless forget it in the morning.