I woke up early this morning -- very early.
My daughter and her husband are hiking in France and called us -- forgetting the time difference. Yawn.
Couldn't get back to sleep. My mind had pinpointed something wrong with the last chapter of a book I'm working on and wouldn't let me go back to sleep.
Nag. Nag. Nag.
Don't you just hate it when a story is nagging you like that?
So, just to stop the nagging, i got up and re-wrote that last chapter from a completely different point of view. hmmm. much improved. nagging stopped. I tried to get back to sleep. But all sorts of alarms kept ringing. My husband's. The 8-year old's. And finally, mine.
All right. I'm awake. (sort of)