Hey there, awesome readers!
I don’t know what you were doing in your sleep last night but I can tell you what I wasn’t doing in mine: sleeping.
Instead, I was tossing and turning into 957 positions across my bed. While my body was busy imitating bacon (and pulling my underwear out of my ass), my mind was obsessed with the life and thoughts of Edna, the main character in a story I’m working on.
Every once in a while Edna somehow manages to take possession of not only my thoughts, but my emotions as well. The problem with this is that Edna is deep and dark and overthinks EVERYTHING.
Confession: Sometimes I crawl into a very dark corner of my mind and get swallowed by a certain kind of sadness that has no explanation. That’s when I do things like pack up my laptop and write from strange places; like graveyards or while sitting in my car as I look at old, abandoned buildings. When I get like that part of me feels like I’m running away from my own wretched state while the other part of me desperately yearns to find something – although I’m never really quite sure of what it is I’m looking for.
And then I remember – or possibly realize – that Edna has taken over my mind and soul once again and it’s time to look at a rainbow or connect with a real person from my life so that I can remember what MY reality is.
I suppose this is a good thing because writing about someone that’s “real” (even if only in my own mind) is a hell of a lot easier than struggling to make things up.
Oh and did I mention that Edna is a vampire? A TEENAGE vampire. So yeah. You see my dilemma, right? Especially since she has a crush on a 17-year-old human and for the life of me, I can’t figure out what she sees in him. But hey, it’s her life.
Now you know what my 2 a.m. looks like. Which also explains why no husband in their right mind would ever devote a lifetime to middle-of-the-night antics from a vampire that only exists in my head. Perhaps.