There are days when I wake up, get out of bed, and leave my brain laying on the pillow.  I stumble to the bathroom and then to the kitchen, following the siren song of coffee like a zombie after living flesh.  Once my cup is full of warm caffeine I shuffle off to sit at my computer.

It’s routine.  I can do it without my brain. The movements are automatic. Which is good because otherwise I would never get any writing done.  Eventually my brain wakes up and joins me…or not.  Sometimes the lazy glob of cells and electrical impulses calls out on me and refuses to work.  The writing still gets done some how. It’s not always good writing, but one word does get put down after the other.

Writing this post right now is kind of my version of poking my brain with a stick, trying to wake it up.  So far I’ve got a few mumbled “go aways” and a yawn.

Published by: thecoffeefox

Once upon a time there was a woman who was a writer. She was either cursed or blessed from birth to be so and there was much debate on which it was. One day a very discouraging (and not very original) person told her not to give up her day job. The woman smiled and said that was a wonderful idea. Following the unwittingly clever advice of her critic, the woman found a job working nights, which left her days free to write. Even better, the night job had an unusual schedule which packed two weeks worth of work into one, so the writer was able to have every other week off to sit on her front porch, daydream, and of course write. However, working at night and writing during the day left little time for sleep, so the poor writer occasionally went a little mad, but she decided it was an acceptable price to pay to be able to continue following her curse-blessing. Also she likes tea. :)

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