NaBloPoMo: Ideas evaporate.

I had insomnia last night. As I laid in bed trying desperately to sleep, I had all of these grand ideas for my serial stories and how to resolve a quandary in the book I'm currently stalled on. I then fell asleep and woke up with only vague memories of the over arching theme of it. It was most vexing. I consoled myself with cuddling next to Beloved and taking a morning nap after my youngest son was out the door and off to school.

I would keep a notebook beside the bed but the last time I did that, my insomnia got worse because I sat up writing. If I were in my 20s, I would bounce back from losing a few hours of sleep writing in the middle of the night. At 47, that doesn't work so well.