Midnight at the Insomnia Express Cyber Cafe. To all of the night owls, welcome. The brain wakes up as the body starts looking to get horizontal. Obsessions running amok? Naw, just elusive characters floating around who won't settle down in the novel they cried out for. Contrary folk. Just when I think I have a handle on them, off they flit to the fartherest reachs of my mind jabbering the same type of nonsense heard at cocktail parties. Usually I give up and go to bed. Back they creep wanting their oh so important say. Recent history says I will get up and said characters will fade away as I stare once again at a blank page. Not tonight.
Welcome to midnight at the Insomnia Express Cafe. Pour yourself a cup. I'll catch you later.
A Week or So Later: Another night at the cafe. Characters are still milling around and talking amongst themselves -- leaving me behind as usual. Guess someone will stop long enough to tell me what's going down so that I can write about it. Who said writer's were sane? Actually, it *is* all in my head; so no problem. Sooner or later the mix will happen and the words will poor forth. Just don't be boring, guys, ok?
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Actually, I did wake up with a great idea for a story, which I shared with my partner. Now, I'm not a writer, I'm a book reviewer. I have no idea, why this marvelous idea came to me in the dawn. Of course, Now that it's the bright sunny afternoon, I also have no idea what the idea was. Obviously, someone elses characters were lost and wandered into my sleepy dimension.
Well, *that's* where they went! Sorry, Rita. ;)
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