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[pebblerocker]

A couple of nights ago I couldn't sleep and while I was lying still and trying to feel sleepy my brain started buzzing with storywriting, so I got out of bed and wrote a whole page of stuff and after that I was able to get back to sleep. A lot of what I wrote was background information that was in my head but had never been written down, and the rest was a pile of questions. Why? Where? How long for? How did they get there? Who knew about it? What happened next? And all of them raise even more questions and all of it is tremendously fun, and now I need to research volcanoes.

Last night I couldn't sleep again, and I wandered out to the kitchen to find out what the cat was up to and I fell asleep on the floor for a while. That was less useful. I think I had it in my head that there was no air in the bedroom and I needed to be a small thing in a big space to relax.