I've been angling for a position in the R&D department of my company. About six weeks ago, i was given an opportunity. The first set of tasks was to find videos related to topics of a book. They had to be easy for ESL students, about a minute and lenght and... well they didn't exsist. Try as I might I could not find them and I could not make them. it was grunt work, not really research or development but a foot in the door. As my dream job flashed before my eyes, I accepted, albeit slowly, that I coudln't produce what was wanted.
However, I was given a second chance, this time to write some passages. Yeah! I mean really, really, really. Getting paid to write anything is just awesome. Well, to be honest my writing skills have gotten rusty. There is a link between insomonia and writing for me. I mean, usually insomnia advice is to write a bit until you fall asleep. But when I write my brain goes all Daffy Duck and ideas pervade into my sleeping hours. My brain litteral writes and edits stories, which means I don't really sleep. But I'm not awake enough to stop this from happening.
Alsas the insomnia returned with avengence and a head fog as I started to write this passages. But they needed to be short. Less than a hundred and fifty words. This was good because at least my aberant brain couldn't fixate the way it does when I write longer stories.
In the meantime, I contuned going to my friends house on the weekends and riding horses. I even took a week's vacation. Our table saw had arrived about a month prior to said vacation, along with welding tools and a chain saw. I suppose it must be strange to buy co-own tools with a friend, but it works for us. First thing, we're going to build is build an insulated dog house. Then we're going to make a chicken feeder. eventually we'll put in some retaining walls and build a jungle gym for her son.
I guess what I'm saying is, though I started this blog as a writer, perhaps I have to let go of it for my sanity. Sleep is important. I can sleep with visions of wood working dancing in my head, but not with visions of plots. Well, actually this problem is my fault. When I first started writing and discovered I could plot in my sleep, I was like, "cool." I suppose I trained my brain to work this way. I believe I will return to writing, but with care. I have to untrain my brain. Sleep is important.