Tonight, there is a goal: write all night... or at least, until a script gets completed.
The interesting caveat is, the script is not mine. D is participating in our theater group's 24 hour play festival, and serving as one of the writers - he has between now and 8am to complete and turn in a script, which will be performed tomorrow night. I'm not participating this time around, but I am woefully behind in my own writing, so decided to commence Operation Write-All-Night, and stay up as late as the participating writers in an effort to gain some ground on my own languishing projects.
The problem? I suck at staying up late. I really do.
I didn't used to suck at staying up late, but now, left to my own devices, I will be asleep on the couch by 11 most nights. Correction: happily asleep on the couch by 11.
Right now, it's 11:28. I'm halfway through a mug of coffee, I keep telling myself the night is young... but dear heaven above, do my eyelids ever feel heavy. I feel pretty certain that if I went to bed right now, I'd have perfect dreams. I'm fantasizing about my comforter. And my pillow! I think I am in love with it!
But I shall attempt to soldier on, and hopefully knock out another chapter, another scene, another character outline. Writers write! Even when they would rather sleep! I have vision! I have imagination!
I have to drink more coffee. Or I'm never gonna make it.