In contrast to Michael Stipe, I both sleep and dream.

[alexandraerin]

So last night, I laid down at shortly after 11. A little bit ago, I woke up in the darkness to the sound of cats fighting and then found I couldn't get back to sleep, my body felt wide awake. My internal clock was sure it was only a few hours since I laid down, and I was convinced that my insomnia-free streak was over, as this was a pretty familiar set of feelings to me.

Then I turned on my computer screen and saw that it's six in the morning. Yay! That's probably not as much sleep as I would have had if not for the cat fight, and so I'll probably be laying back down after I write this post, but I felt like remarking on it.

Also, yesterday morning I wrote between 13,000 and 15,000 words of what will probably end up being a decent length novella. While it's more or less sequential, unlike most of the things that I write I didn't simply start at the beginning so I'm not going to be posting it as I go. I might share some excerpts from it as I go along.