It was one of the those nights you long for the sun to rise. I was hopped up on 10
mg of Lortab after my nasal septoplasty, and being jarred awake at every lash of rain against the french doors and crack of thunder. The storms drifted in and out and around Enid all night.
Around 1:30 I was awake and on a creative binge. I thought of this blog re-design, that all ten of you have no doubt already discovered. Don’t worry, I cheated and used a template again–don’t give me too much credit.
I also began mentally exploring my main character for next month’s National Novel Writing Month. It will be told in the first-person I decided–the first time I’m attempting that. I’m not going to give too much away yet, but I may share more in the weeks to come. I also thought of the beginning of how to write down the series of stories about Pattatat the Mouse Adventurer and his brother Rappatat, and envisioned some of the illustrations I would like to use for it.
It was a creative high, I tell you. Why can’t these happen at a more civilized time, in a more civilized way, when I am not sporting nose bandages and high on prescribed narcotics? Perhaps it was the narcotics, God forbid! (May I never turn into Gregory House–for so many reasons). Let’s all try to foster our creative growth in the future, unaugmented.
On a note not unrelated, my friend Emily said she wanted to read some of my fiction, so in my blog re-design I’ve set aside a category for Fiction that I’ll share with you here. I’ve a story nearly complete–perhaps I can publish it tomorrow as my convalescence continues until my appointment Thursday afternoon.