Late Night Stories

I stayed up far too late last night reading a book1. This is the second time in the last week or so that I have done this.
It was good. I mean, today my eyes are circled with purple tired marks and I am exhausted. But, still. It was fantastic, turning the pages, wondering what happens next, where the story was going to go.

I had forgotten the simple pleasure of reading something that wasn’t on a flickering screen.

3AM comes mighty quick when you’re deep in the throes of a Dresden novel.


As an added side effect, I woke up with some glimmerings of a story idea in my head. I’m not aggressively chasing that. Recent history has shown that is a surefire way to scare it off. I am going to let it percolate in the back of my head, though. See what bubbles to the surface like swamp gas. Or a monster breathing underwater.


Question for the gamer/GM types who read this blog: I recently recorded a session of the game that I am GMing. If I can get the permission of the people involved (which is a BIG maybe), would that be something you’d like to see?  Let a scribe know!
















1– The which I finished. Then I had to convince myself that I really needed to turn off the light and NOT pick up the next book in the series.

All I need now is Kyle MacLachlan

Inspired by most of a full night’s sleep and a comment to a post I made on FB.


I don’t know if y’all know this, but I am a raging insomniac. I have trouble both falling and staying asleep. Sometimes, if I am mid poor sleep-cycle, I will only average about 4 hours of broken sleep. And the problem worsens as I age.
If you think this has made me a completely cranky, hateful, mean, and all-around difficult person to be around…well, you might be right.

from Full Metal Alchemist, right?  ;)
from Full Metal Alchemist, right? 😉


But last night, I got sleep. A glorious, mostly in-a-row, 9 hours of sleep.
I am beyond grateful. And still a little tired1.

I mentioned on my FB that I was so very happy to have had some sleep. A friend posted that she was going to sacrifice a small pillow on behalf. I was tickled so I replied:

“I give unto thee, Mighty Sleep Lords, this small throw pillow (with fringe!) so that our servant may continue to sleep. May she ever follow in the Restful Way.”


Which of course led me down a Alician Rabbit Hole thought spiral; the outcome of which is this2:


I must sleep

Not-sleeping is the mind-killer.

Not-sleeping is the little-death that brings total obliteration.

I will face my wakefulness.

I will permit it to pass over me and through me.

And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.

Where the wakefulness has gone there will be nothing….only sleep will remain




I know that there have been thousands of articles on sleep. How much is good, how much is bad, what kind you should be having, how to get to sleep, what drugs to take to sleep, what behaviors indicate a good sleep profile, how to sleep lucidly (wut), how to make profit from sleep…

I might probably have read most of them in an attempt to figure out my sleep issues. Nothing has ever really worked for me. Not long term, at any rate.

Well, except for one thing.
Being still. Or rather, allowing myself to be still. I feel kind of silly3 talking about this, because I am definitely a non-woowoo sort of person. However, meditation – the practice of just being – has worked almost every time I have seriously4 tried it.

I think…I think that in spite of feeling like a fool for counting my breaths and relaxing, I should be feeling like one for ignoring a modality that, yanno, works for me.

Is this what growing up is? The realization that everything that was embarrassing to you really has no actual impact. And that being embarrassed over something that helps you is asinine.





1– Have been operating on around 4 (or less) hours per night for almost a month, now.
2– I *did* mention that I have gotten about 37 (+ / -) hours of sleep in the last month, yes?
3– I’m not sure what it says about me that having found something that actually works I won’t use or discuss it because I feel a little silly about it.
4– By ‘seriously’ I mean sitting down with intention and not allowing my Traitor Brain to distract me.





Insomnia, You Treacherous Bitch

“The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.” 

-Poppy Z. Brite



What do we want?



When do we want it?




This may be the only time wherein I am grateful that I am not yet working a regular job. Because no way would I, in any sort of fashion, be productive at all.

Or even just, yanno, not drooling on myself at my desk.


The last time I looked at the clock before I started the (seemingly) four hour hypnagogic state – where I thought I was awake but honestly was asleep – it was three-something.

And in case that run on sentence doesn’t clue you in, I am way tired and loopy today. Also, I think my coffee needs an espresso shot. Didn’t I order the large?