angelette | In which I complain about writing

Well, not really complaining. Because of my family drama, I slept, like, four hours, before I woke up. And then I couldn't go back to sleep, because I. JUST. HAD. TO. WRITE. The urge gripped me and didn't let go, so here I am typing like mad, with four stories in my head. But before that, I wanted to sleep, but the ideas wouldn't let me AND THEN MY WRITING NOTEBOOK FELL ON MY HEAD, nearly poking my eyes out. Btw, yes, I am that girl, who sleeps with a lots of things, including said notebook, snacks and books and a huge - and I really mean huge - plush bear. The moral of the story: If you don't write, when your muse wants you to, you can get killed.