It's a given that I have some sleep issues every year during this challenge. Some years when I have fewer outside commitments, I give in and write posts during the middle-of-the-night awake hours. But I've really tried to avoid that inclination this year. Messing with my hard won, better sleep patterns is something I'd rather not do this year.
But I give in on Friday night. Grandsons are here for two sleeps. One of them, Mr. Drippy Nose, awakens me from a deep sleep at 1:30 am. I wander in, tuck him back into his cozy brown blanket, and rub his back so he can settle back into sleep. I return to bed, determined to fall back to sleep. But there's a persistent sound from a neighborhood noisemaker keeping me awake. It's almost melodic (give it a listen here).
I find it impossible to drift back into sleep. And so I read a few slices and post some comments. And that's when it happens. I grab my nightstand notepad and begin jotting ideas for future slices. I'm a pantser, a fly by the seat of my pants blogger. But this moment always arrives when suddenly I have a list of possibilities for future slices. I cross the line between between being a pantser and a planner and emerge triumphant on the other side as a plantser!
It took me until day 11 this year, but now I have a reference for when I sit down to write and wonder, "What the heck will I write about today?"
This is my eleventh year of participating in the March Slice of Life Story Challenge. This year I'll be mining my memories for stories to share.