Sleepless Nights

Sleep evaded him. He tossed and turned a hundred times, eyes closed, counting sheep, counting all the different remedies for sleep that were possible. But this was no time for sleep. His mind was awake. He was full of ideas. This was the time to banish sleep and let creativity take over. He got up and crept into the salon so as not to wake anyone else. But as he put pen to paper, he realised, this was the wrong pen. This was to be a work of art; he needed his plume, nothing else would do. But how to get hold of it without waking his wife. He crept back into their room and crawled to his desk. Waiting a few minutes to let his eyes get accustomed to the darkness, he opened the draw and pulled out all he needed. Back he went, but hardly had he got outside, then he realised inkwell was missing. He must have put it down beside where he was sitting and if his wife got up and knocked it over, there'd be hell to play. This is when he realised, that it was no use. The creativity had gone out of him now. He'd probably never right again. He crept back to his bedroom hoping beyond hope that he might get a little sleep, when his alarm clock woke him out of the fretful state of unconscious he'd been in for the last few hours. Why on earth had he set his alarm clock. Of course! He had to get to his agent's up in London by 9 o'clock. Today he was signing the contract on the first book: "Sleepless Nights".


I really liked this, very nicely done. Thank you.

15 February 2008 at 20:52  

I could lurk no longer. I just had to say that this (and all I've read so far) is wonderful. Thank you for providing such a refreshing moment to my day.

15 February 2008 at 22:24  

I really liked this piece. How many nights have we all laid awake wondering if it was worth it to get up and write or if it would be lost before we got the words on paper or worse yet if what we had to write wasn't worth getting up for after all?

16 February 2008 at 02:07  

Oh true it is. When you can write you need to write, and if something stops you, forget it. I liked the irony at the end.

16 February 2008 at 02:24  

Elusive creativity...just slips through our net! Good one! :)

16 February 2008 at 14:36  

i would imagine he would become quite an astute insomniac if he has enough material to write a book about it!!!!! very clever

16 February 2008 at 21:56  

I loved the pace and anxiety of this, as well as the twist with the book deal at the end!

16 February 2008 at 23:04  

Insomnia is the fate of many a writer; and the time many of the best ideas flow.
Just a shame we're too tired to write them.

17 February 2008 at 00:09  

Love it - twists and turns and the variables of the night. Very nice!

17 February 2008 at 04:19  

i can relate to this so well...i've been known to sit straight up out of sound sleep, turn on the light and write or post.

with creativity? there is more room out than there is in. great post!

i, too, have been skulking about. thought i should let you know how much i enjoy your writings. :)

17 February 2008 at 05:17  

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