I couldn’t sleep yesterday morning because my throat was sore and my mind was racing. A story idea that had been congealing for weeks finally gave way and burst forward like the first sunlight after you’ve been watching the sun threaten to push through the haze for untold morning hours.

So I got up at 5:30 and went downstairs to write. 1,400 words down on this tale when I got up. Like nothing I’ve ever written. Stream of conscious — something I haven’t done in a while and need to get back to. Feels good. I need to trust myself more. Outlines are fine, but sometimes you have to wander into a black room and reach out with your arms.

Good sign for the start of my upcoming new strategy — getting up an hour earlier every day to put an hour in prior to every day’s activity. Writing while the mind is fresh. Writing while the mind is eager. Tapping into my thoughts that always seem to spin up in the morning. Why let them spin down and try to restart them later?

Stay tuned.