One reason to stay up late writing is that when I try to go to bed at a civilized hour, my characters won’t let me sleep anyway–like they’re jostling in my brain with their thoughts and things they need to say and do. It’s mental. At one point I realized that I couldn’t tell if I had been thinking or dreaming of a conversation. What is the difference between thinking and dreaming–seems harder to tell in the dark.

But now for reasons only therapy I can’t afford can explain, characters from yet another novel are clamoring for space in my head. So, I’m rewriting NaNo novel 2006. NaNos 2005 and 2004 are waiting somewhat patiently nearby. The characters on the blog are demanding time and though I know what’s going to happen a few months down the road, they and I have to wait in real time to put it down on the page. And so one character has escaped to NaNo 2007 which hasn’t even been written yet, but she wants the story told today. Scenes are popping up already.

WIth all this going on I ought to be asleep from exhaustion. And still no matter how much I write, it isn’t enough. I got to spend all day today writing. From 8:30 in the morning to about 4 in the afternoon (an hour off for a nap!) and then a couple more hours after my son went to bed, and still some corner of my psyche is telling me–it’s not enough.

But I’m too bleary-eyed to figure out any kind of plot so I’m wasting my time here as if this gets any story anywhere or shuts a character up. Could kill them all, I suppose. Then I wouldn’t sleep for the guilt. Not to mention more little blighters would move in once the space was freed up. Might move in anyway.

It’s one o’clock in the morning. Nothing good is ever rambled on about at this hour.