I had a largely sleepless night last night, but was it ever productive. It was one of those rare nights that I kept waking up every hour or so with my brain busy working on character development and back stories and the many small (and sometimes secret) ways all these folk in the frontier village I’m currently peopling are interconnected. Amazing that the subconscious can keep working while the body sleeps (or tries to sleep).

At one point I drifted off with a vivid picture of a minor character in my mind. I’d cast about for some while in a half wakeful state for a name to go with the face, without success. Next time I woke, still somewhere in the middle of the night, that character’s name was the first thought that popped into my head, as sure and settled as someone introducing themselves. “Hi, my name is Seth.” “Seth what?” I replied. “Just Seth.” Okay… not what I expected, but it is what it is.

I’m thankful for all the insights, but I can’t take too many nights like that in a row. Exhausting work! I spent quite a few hours today getting all those mental notes into files, and working on the current scene, plotting scenes for a few chapters ahead of where I’m at based on the nocturnal note-taking in my head. Then after lunch I made a run to the library, did some house work, baking, got dinner going for this evening. While waiting for my computer tech husband, Brian, to get home from work, I grabbed my thumb drive and came back to the computer to back up the day’s work. And the computer froze. When I tried to reboot, I got some hideous black error page. Oh no! Had my computer crashed? Had I lost all that valuable work? Was I going to have to somehow reconstruct it? If so, how could I possibly?

A tense half hour passed, and Brian (my hero!) arrived home and trouble shot (shooted?) the problem. Good news, the computer didn’t crash and I didn’t lose my day’s work. It’s safely backed up on my thumb drive now. Bad news… my ancient beloved keyboard that I’ve used for 19 years, the ONLY keyboard I have EVER used and is so big and heavy it takes two strong men to budge it… is no longer with us.

Goodbye Big Guy. I’m gonna miss ya, especially when I have to retype just about every word with this new keyboard that wants to scoot across the desk at the slightest nudge. They don’t make ’em like they used to!

What an interesting day it’s been. Any other writers out there experience entire nights when your subconscious keeps working on the WIP? This is only the second time for me in nearly twenty years of writing. A writer friend of mine who had this happen the night before last said it must be the full moon.

I kinda wish it would happen more often.

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