O.k., this has been going on long enough. I've got two novels that need edits, both of which have received rave reviews from my mother...but my brain is still fried by this sleep problem.
This isn't writer's block. This is not being able to access that part of my brain where the rhetoric machine lives--or the creative part--and the strategic part. It's getting scary. It's also why I'm not blogging much these days. I can't. Hell, I'm not even going to send this around. Anyone still interested can read it & wish me well.
It's been 6 months now. Docs are befuddled and unconcerned--hell, it's not their brain. Called a friend at Baylor College of Medicine & sent him all my reports. They've got a sleep clinic there...so maybe I get to spend a few nice days in Houston. Hell, I'd take anywhere at this point.
But...as a wannabe...no, goddamnit, I'm a helluva business/non-fiction writer, but as a wannabe fiction writer, this has been wondering--whatever this is, is it permanent. Is this what my life's going to be like...and what do I do without writing. Blogging is different. That's stream of consciousness. I'm talking about real writing.
Oh well...at least there are words on this page now.
In Jameson Veritas