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Awoke at around 330am, and tossed/turned for an hour or so. I'm never afflicted with light 'n' happy thoughts at times like these. Instead, I seem to get hit with ponderables like:
1) My place in the universe, and the purpose of my life
2) My place in the publishing universe, what the hell I think I'm trying to prove, and is this business really as screwed-up as I think it is?
3) What will happen to the dogs if anything happens to me?
4) When am I going to have that will drawn up, anyway?
5) Is that twinge in my side really just a muscle pull, or the first signs of something I really don't want to think about?
I wish imaginations had on/off switches. When part of your day is spent fomenting crises in some poor character's universe, the thought sometimes occurs that 330am is that character's revenge.
1) My place in the universe, and the purpose of my life
2) My place in the publishing universe, what the hell I think I'm trying to prove, and is this business really as screwed-up as I think it is?
3) What will happen to the dogs if anything happens to me?
4) When am I going to have that will drawn up, anyway?
5) Is that twinge in my side really just a muscle pull, or the first signs of something I really don't want to think about?
I wish imaginations had on/off switches. When part of your day is spent fomenting crises in some poor character's universe, the thought sometimes occurs that 330am is that character's revenge.
