There’s not much to do for it. My consistent contradiction of requiring sleep and yet awaking at 11 PM and wanting to do nothing other than write plagues me. And I am now writing at 11 PM, unfettered by any desire to sleep. I am not one to lie on the bed and feign or wish for sleep. I do what occurs naturally.
As my friend said tonight, “Your Great American Novel can still happen, just not NOW!” I agree with her totally. I have a book in me that requires expression. And I believe everyone has a book in them, waiting to be told.
However, I’m working; needing a high level of focus during the day. This need negates my pursuit of my writing goals. Irony is heavy here as I am awake on a school night, writing without pause.
I believe in the summer.
I believe in getting married in June.
I believe in taking my three technology courses for my job, in June.
Once July rolls around, as it inevitably will; maybe that will be the propitious moment to dive into my “Great American Novel”.
Something in me will shrivel, like that raisin in the sun, if not.