Night Shift Sucks

I’ve been on swing shifts for months now, and I can definitely say without a doubt that I am not a night owl. The past few weeks in particular have been killing me. I still write, just not as much. I have to take advantage of those times when I fall into that comfort zone of writing. Now is not one of them. My wife doesn’t understand this.

For years, I have been trying to explain to her my process for writing. She still believes that I am able to just sit and write at any time and pump out Shakespearean equivalent drivel. I cannot. My best writing seems to only happen in the mornings about an hour after breakfast. Then randomly throughout the day I’ll have bursts of thought that flood my little blue notebook.

For a while, I was beginning to think that my well was running dry, that all of my twisted thoughts had completely leaked out of me. Luckily, I have a very awesome younger sister whom showers me with random words of wisdom and uplifting articles from around the Internet. Night shift still sucks, but it’s not so bad knowing that others still believe in me. No writer’s block for this guy.

In other news, now that I’ve been brainstorming about the mini series I’m working on I’m not so sure that I want to break it up into a bunch of flash fiction. I have so many good ideas for this project that really need to be in a single volume. Besides, I think flash fiction is meant to begin and end within itself, and not 10-15 stories later. I might release the first chapter here. Maybe… I’m still waiting on a response from Brevity.

Final thought: I bought a bearded dragon!

 

Bearded Dragon

Disclaimer: No animals were harmed in the posting of this blog. Any statements in this blog post that could be misconstrued as harmful in any way to other parties is to be considered harmless and lacking any further content than what can be seen on the surface. I love my wife. That is all.