I am deeply sorrowed for the throngs of Christine Wy fans patiently
waiting to hear what strange things I've been thinking or dreaming
lately. The idea journal I keep next to my bed is backlogged with
brilliant kernels waiting to pop. I have no lack of material. What I
have is a lack of schedule.
My sleep specialist has done something to me I have resisted for
years--a regular sleep schedule. It's torture. It's terrible. It's
horrible terrible torture. Really. In bed by 11 pm awake by 8 am. I
know that sounds innocuous, but, number one, my body/brain doesn't do
that. And number two, I really like to write at night.
Getting ready for bed is a reflective time for everyone. For me, it
starts with, "What are my plans for tomorrow?" Then I move on to "What
did I accomplish today?" This metamorphoses into, "What have I done
over the course of my life???" And this is when the certain firing of
old nuerons creates new connections and new ideas. My husband says
it's the connections I make that are interesting. I don't know if
that's the case, but it happens while I'm brushing my teeth. And this
is when my brain ignites my fingers and I want to type out my story.
You see? It's incompatible with the sleep doctor's charms. I'm trying
very hard to be a good patient and give my best efforts to his
treatment, but it's not good for blogging. I don't like to think of
myself as non-compliant, but if to prevent my fingers from exploding
from un-typed missives I must violate doctor's orders, then so be it.
But I promise to do my very best to be healthy and type-y.
Ever your pal,
Christine Wy
1 comment:
I wonder just how many of us sleep-challenged dreamers there are out there. I am one whose "schedule" of sleep is non-existant. Frequently, it is past 3 or 4 or 5 am before I can shut out the world and pass out. Then I sleep anywhere from 2 or 3 to 12 hours. I seldom take naps, but they are usually for aboput 2 hours. During (too many) years of college, i always did my best studying and writing after midnight. My brain just functioned that way. I made "good to excellent" grades as long as I could do it on MY TERMS. Why should I be penalized so some greedy bastard can make more money than he (or she) can possibly use in several life-times?
I hope you read this. I was the one who read your stories for some class or another, as passed to me by MANYA. I assume she is a close friend of yours. I truly miss reading your inventions and would welcome more of them - with or without comment on my part. Manya can fill you in on most of what you may want to know about me. Tell her she is free to divulge anything. I am now 77 years old, have an enduring love of ALL things intelligent, but mostly science (I am a retired research chemist) and ANY history of man, but especially the Middle Ages, where I think "our" society really began. I am an avid reader and most recently I am strongly touting a Czech writer of the early twentieth century with the name of Karel Capek (inverted "hat" over the "C", making it choa' - pec). He wrote R.U.R. (Rossum's Universal Robots), the Makroupolis Affair and several other plays, novels, etc. MY favorite is his Trilogy Three Novels - Hordubal, Meteor, and An Ordinary Life. His insights on life are at least on a par with Shakespeare, Tolstoy and others. Perhaps they are ever more keenly intelligent. I could go on, but won't.
I hope we can correnpond (e-mail). From your blog and manya's input, you are a person worth knowing, and at my age, even a jealous husband has nothing to fear.
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