While laying in bed in the middle of last night and not sleeping as one does, the muse decided to sprinkle her fairy dust upon my rest-deprived noggin. Thus came a realization that the new book currently under editing for its later chapters was missing a scene which, in the much-abused and paraphrased words of The Dude, really tied the book together. Where to wedge it in was even included in the moment of 'well-duh!'.

After work today despite it being the end of the week - one full of many fires needing attention - the fingers managed to twiddle out on the keys the requisite twenty-one lines of text as demanded by the midnight visitor.

When considering that this wasn't a one-off occurrence but something which has happened many times before, I do wonder what comes first: the insomnia or the inspiration. Was I not sleeping because the sub-conscious was too darned annoyed at the conscious for not having figured this missing puzzle-piece out yet? Or was the inspiration more due to not being able to sleep and thus being stuck in that halfway state of trying to step away from the day-to-day burdens of wakefulness opened a door for some nifty ideas to stride on through.

This happen often to other authors too? Maybe we are doomed to experience restless yet magically productive nights even when not trying for it while knowing full well that 'gee, the alarm is gonna go off to get my butt to work really soon. NEED SLEEP!'

Hopefully it'll let me snooze on in tomorrow.

Mmmmm sleeep...